some daughter/servant of evil angst that i wrote because the aku no taizai event is happening on project sekai en right now i mean do i even have to justify myself???!??!
The figure darted through the bustling crowd, stumbling on cracks in the ancient paving, shoes uncomfortably torn and tattered. It was impossible to see the face of said figure, their features expertly hidden in a light brown cloak. However, under the cloak was a panicked face, rushing in desperation to their beloved friend in trouble. The surrounding peasants were crowding around a wooden structure with a sort of twisted excitement. The cloaked figure knew exactly why; these peasants thought that the person standing on that wooden structure would now be rightfully punished. They couldn’t be more wrong. A droplet of sweat slid down Riliane’s scratched cheeks, and she approached the front of the crowd, horrified and remorseful. Why had it come to this..? The only person she could rely on was now about to be put to death. He was shoved toward the center of this stage, and the tragedy continued. A blade in front of him gleamed in the dim evening sunset, but he stood unfazed, dressed up in a fancy gown, a gown that was Riliane’s, that was hiding his identity, but nevertheless exposed him much more.
The guillotine stood, majestic and menacing, as if taunting Allen. His face was a mask of authority and calm in this humiliating situation. The crowd was cheering, believing that Riliane would be disposed of, that the correct retribution was to be given. Allen was summoning all of his strength for this final act in this production of despair. He knew in his mind that by doing this, Riliane had the opportunity to be safe and live her life, and that was better than the painless death he was about to receive; he wasn’t doing this for himself, it was to protect Riliane. After all, he would do anything for her, as risky or insignificant as it needed to be, as long as she would be happy. She was his family, and his everything, and his purpose, and she would be until the day he died- and, he thought to himself, silently reflecting, that day was upon him.
Riliane watched, her heart pounding, as Allen’s head became visible under the fatal blade that would seal his fate. She wanted to scream, to thrash her arms, but she was no more a princess. Now she was a fugitive. But still, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t give Allen her final goodbye. After years of disciplining her mind, melding her heart into perfect stone, it was crying out, and Riliane felt as if it would burst out of her chest. Emotions were foreign to her, but this sudden wave in her very soul hit her with the force of a million knives- she was overcome with this sensation, and was on her knees, shaking uncontrollably. She looked up, breathing raggedly, only to see Allen’s eyes locked on hers. He had plastered a smile on his face, just for her, to make this more bearable, but he didn’t realise how much worse it had become to endure now.
Allen’s eyes were grey with a tint of blue, and shone, reflecting the setting sun. Time had stopped, and the twins looked at each other, with so many emotions flooding through them, so much that it was impossible to process. The so-called princess at the guillotine was only looking at the mysterious figure cloaked in the shadows, and there was one moment when they only saw each other- the crowd, the structure, and the blade was gone, and it was just the two of them, just like when they were children; destiny had set them apart, but then together once more, and they spent their life together. Now Allen’s life would be cut short, and the blade and the crowd were back, and suddenly a white gleam shot down, and it was done.
Riliane stood there, staring, trying to find Allen’s caring eyes that proclaimed no evil, despite living with an evil princess like her. They were nowhere to be found. The fugitive in the brown cloak realised this all of a sudden, and a tear slid down their cheek in the crowd, drowning their sobs into the jagged movement of the peasants, who were now muttering amongst themselves and beginning to disperse, now that their tyrant had been executed. The cloaked figure’s vision was clouded by the liquid flowing down their flushed cheeks, travelling down a path they never would again, voicing the sorrows and regrets and questions and answers flooding Riliane’s once empty mind- and then plummeted aimlessly to the ground, where they would lie for all eternity, marking the moment in history where a callous princess wept for a loving servant and twin.
btw this is not edited at all so sorry if its weird/ typos
