Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
humanity, how it fascinated her just as much as it repulsed her. They were the worlds most cherished disease, and here watching the face of ritsuko as she underwent enlightenment was enough to make the queen of chaya nation riddled with not glee, but . .Contempt. So as the queen stood there and the missy before her finally accepted this world was a dim and horrid little thing, she did something that made the queen of demons laugh, cackle and snarl internally with delight.
The very thing that most mundane existences would do! Threaten! She raised her weapon, a gun, oh how befitting that the girl used a weapon that was graced by this society's angel of death, which had caused so much destruction, malice and hatred over the years. The queen was howling inside, even her lips curled into a smile as the female quincy had tried threatening the queen of demons. But eventually that queenly smile turned to drab boredom as she said in a voice that showed the weariness of the ages behind it’s ancient rasp. ”..See, you aren’t any different from them poppet, even now you bear their stigmata.”
The queen hummed slowly and didn’t deign to answer, she let the female speak of how Inami was right and she was wrong. This caused the queen to sigh as her body vanished at speeds which transcended sound. Soon the barrel of Ritsuko’s gun would be pressed against the queens right breast, pushing against the soft flesh and shifting the dress she wore. She had positioned it just over her lung as the queen looked forward at ritsuko and smiled gently at the gal before saying in a light voice. ”..Do you wish to pull that trigger ~? It’s so easy. . “
Her pristine hands pressed against the guns length, caressing the spiritual energy formed weapon until both her hands gently coiled around ritsuko’s own. She felt the warmth there, the soft pulse behind ritsuko’s flesh. The queen’s lips curled into a soft smile as with their deceptive strength she gently rest her palms there, fingers slowly increasing pressure against the lever of the gun. Albiet this was not her own weapon so if ritsuko chose to run away or balk from the situation at hand nothing would come about, but as the queen murmurred if the girl did nothing the following would transpire. ”..Just like this.”
The gun would go off from inami’s goading the bullet of spiritual energy decimating through her breast and out the backside, blood splattering against the ground and sizzling there as it melted into the pavement, the Oorja Aura energy within already causing for the ground to become stained with the abyss’s taint.
The queen looked at the other, their faces probably closer to eye level. Blackened blood bubbling from the corners of her lips falling in twin streams. This was a serious wound, one that normally would cause for a person to feel pain of which could be considered crippling. Burning to the point that it might cause a person to go insane. With broken bones and an organ that was ripped to shreds within her thoracic cavity. Yet as the queen let her eyes close half-way like a lazy cat that was veiwing its prey, the queen inami asthavon allowed for her hand to gently dip into the wound.
The blackened blood caressed her subtle flesh, dying her moon-kissed fingers a void like black. Before she slowly raised her palm and caressed the side of ritsuko’s face and spoke in gentle tones. The wound healing at a rate that caused steam to be let off from the catabolization of energy taking place. Bones, muscles, flesh
all of it mended and churned together in a macabre display of regeneration. Inami let it look as gruesome as possibly, allowing her own body to shudder and shiver with a sensation akin to pins and needles as it mended.
First it was her lung that fully reformed, a chunk of her energy being expended to do so. Then it was the ribcage that was surrounding it. All of this had been done visibly to the girl before her. Just off to the side was inami’s beating heart, thudding and pumping blood throughout her body. The queen spoke as the blackened blood would trickle down Ritsuko’s face, tracing paths from her cheek, to her jaw, then ultimately down her neck.
This was the queens lifeblood a being so far entrenched in the darkness that not a fleck of goodness remained within her heart. Yet as the queen tilted her head back and glanced at the skies above. She seemed fascinated with the haze within the air. Her hand tilted back, gentle raising up to look at the sky as the blood that covered her palm dripped down to spatter across her face. Her demonic horns covering the sides of her face.
It was more than just ritsuko however, Inami thought back to the naive thoughts she had. Promoting equality for all? Loving and giving those who do not have a home a home to exist? Bah, she was as naive as the girl before her. So as her lips moved she murmurred slowly. “..Rising from the Flesh of the earth, Man once was an innocent creation..”
She paused as she looked across the skies as her hand shifted as if to cup the moon. To caress the sweet eternal bliss of that fragmented stellar mass. It was here on this moon, where she had lost one of the things that mattered most, one of her kin. The pain of it muted the throes of insanity in her blackened heart and caused a tear to fall down this fallen diety’s face, it was as black as her soul, as far from redemption as possible. “ But ignorance gone knowledge was found, man began to learn.”
The queen snickered faintly as finally the wound upon her breast was only the size of a quarter, and had nearly closed in its entirety. The queen closed her eyes as if reciting a poem that she had forgotten long ago, As the blackened mist caressed her face she sighed faintly. ”.They learned to lie, cheat and steal, learned to fight their wars. “
She paused as she opened one eye to glance over at ritsuko lazily as energy softly rolled off her body in waves, faint but demanding, soft but sinister. Caressing but invading. Light but dominating. It’s acrid hues lapping at the world around to cause it to glow in a blackened light. ”..Holding everything in contempt, and hating only itself.”
Soon the queen said in a tone that brooked no argument, it held no quarter to it, instead it was sick with glee; infact it was all that the queen could do to keep from cackling in delight, the umbrella snapping shut and vanishing in the air as she spoke with a tone of bemusement. ”..It’s not a matter of right and wrong, it’s a matter of DNA, of what you are. You feel sickened don’t you, of your ancestors. Of those who came before you to pave the way. You mock their methods because they are sick. Reject Society, Reject the common order and you will find yourself liberated as i once was. Do you wish for me to help you? To make the pain and sickness that claws at your heart cease to exist? All you have to do is nod your head and it all. . goes away “