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Chastille meets with the Archdemon Andrealphus and tells him why he definitely won't kill her. (In the past, an 800 year old man listens as a child tells him she's definitely going to die soon.) Self-indulgent "Chastille with other Archangels" fanfic. Oneshot. Complete. -> takes place directly after LN7... and 4-5 years before the story starts ships: Andrealphus (Michael Diekmeyer) & Chastille Lillqvist warnings: illness/death (child death and death of a loved one), thoughts on dying, mentions of suicide
She'd been more prepared than Mamma and Sylvester. She’d had years to prepare herself for it. Those times when she fell into the arms of a family member, throat closing and lungs burning, sweat pouring from her brow surely staining clothes, and as her consciousness would fade out she would always always think this is it, this is it…
But Sylvester’s death hit her off track, made her spin worse than any attack of her body upon itself, dropped her into the abyss of despair.
(Perhaps this is retribution, perhaps she's the reason he's dead.)
She was thirteen.
They brought her before a sword and it filled her with bright, white light. She could breathe easy for the first time. She could run.
But there would be no Sylvester beyond the parapet to go to.