NovelFastThe moon was waxing in the sky, lighting the furniture's shadows, and Electra stood disoriented for a moment, peering out through the balcony doors. But the whisper of a presence at her back made her turn, a spell in her hand aimed at the throat of the man stalking her. However, when the moonbeams revealed his beautiful features, Electra's hand shook-and so did her resolve. "C-César? Why... why are you here?" Her voice wavered.
"Why shouldn't I be here, my soulmate?" he answered, a hint of mockery shining in his pale eyes. "Could it be because you yourself murderedafter torturing me? What, planning to do it again?" He stepped forward, eyeing her hand as it crackled. But Electra lowered it, shaking her head, tears beginning to blur her eyes and her mind She was trapped in the past illusion she hated most, the one that had tormented her all these millennia.
And not the one where she'd been imprisoned in Sigrid's mind- oh no, that past had been the best. The other one, where Sigrid never arrived, that other reality was ---- the most horrible, the one she couldn't bear. The Goddess had punished her in many ways, and being unable to forget... was one of them. Apparently, the penance wasn't over. "I won't do it, I won't do it again! Please, forgive me, César, forgive me!" Electra broke, her legs giving out as she fell to her knees before the man she had loved with a sick, obsessive force, but never more than she loved power. She clutched his shirt and twisted it in her fists. "In one life you didn't buyfrom Lucrecia, and in the other... you becLucrecia herself, my torturer, or even worse than her! Tell me, Electra, what other harm will you do tonow?!" He roared, forcing her to plead through sobs; Electra clung to his clothes on her knees, devoured by her memories. Inside her, Lavinia shouted at her to wake up, that they were manipulating her, but Electra had seized control of her body, of her magic. She was too powerful and had Lavinia trapped as well in this world of lies and danger. ---- Worst of all, behind "César's" back, a sharp dagger glowed red.
The weapon was very real, just like Lavinia's death would be if that magic strike hit her, er. The venomous IX blade rose into the air and dove fast toward the throat of Electra's tormented specter. Remorse was a heavy burden that wouldn't let her raise her head.
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