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A/N: Yeah, I wrote all these Folklore fics after I finished the game but never showed them off. XD This piece contains small spoilers.
Endless. Lucy smiled, realizing what this world was.
"Purgatory," she whispered, eyeing her surroundings-- mostly rustic antique objects tossed in haphazard places. It was like a page ripped out of the Alice in Wonderland. During her trysts in the netherworld she had indeed felt like little Alice, curiouser and curiouser the further she went on , finding more questions than answers.
The ominous gong of grandfather clocks the size of towers, the constant ticking, and the neverending passage unnerved her, though. Lucy kneeled down to rest and stared absently at the awry architecture. Her head grew heavy as her thoughts became airy with daydreams of the reactions she would get about her findings. Would they think her a genius or a madman? She sighed, knowing it would likely be the latter, but she hoped that deep down her research would strike them... or they would at least think about it for a moment.
The tap of footsteps on the hollow marble drew Lucy's attention away from her thoughts and she turned around, meeting an elegantly dressed woman. The woman's hair was tied up in a modern fashion, yet as Lucy continued to gaze upon her, she could feel the age and wisdom radiating from her.
"I do hate unwelcomed guests." The woman arrogantly placed a hand on her hip and with one finger impatiently tapped her hip. "The living need not know about the netherworld."
"Who gives you the right to decide that?"
Lucy stood up, hands balled into fists and her arms outstretched behind her.
The woman didn't respond, staring sternly at Lucy and still tapping her finger.
Lucy spoke again, "If humans know about the netherworld then maybe they won't fear death."
"The fear of death is what makes life precious. Take that away-- show them that death isn't so frightening-- and that value is tossed away. Humans may even create war, chaos... any excuse to induce death."
"Not all of us would toss life away!" Lucy argued weakly, finding herself cornered, both figuratively and literally. The woman's spear grazed her neck.
"Not all of the humans would go on with their lives either." The woman replied, applying more pressure to Lucy's throat. "Do you know what happens when one is killed in the netherworld? They don't die like in the real world."
Lucy's eyes widened.
"They disappear... as if they never existed." With a quick thrust of her spear, Lucy's body grew lax, then dispersed into particles that hung in the air. As Livane left, the glimmering particles began to snuff out one by one.
