Chaos, Misery, Despair,
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Tragedy.
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Those were the only words which could've described the scenery before her.
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A sea of flames, the screams of civilians, the growling of the grimm, a pile of corpses.
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And the soft laughter of a young boy.
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Under any other circumstances, it would've been calm, cute even.
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But when said boy was standing on the pile of corpses, arms wide and red eyes, one could easily say something was wrong.
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The White haired medusa, glaring at the gleefully laughing boy, knew it best.
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Knew what it meant, the most.
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His laughter quieted down, and his arms lowered down, leaving only a wide smirk.
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Cheerfully, he descended the already rotting pile, kicking away at the bloody body parts.
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With a sing-song tone, he gleefully hummed a tune, smiling at the corpses.
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A moment later, it stopped, his smile fading into a serious face as he spoke with an unnerving calm.
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"So, even after all this time, you still thought you'd be safe, huh? That it'd be over?"
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He looks back, smiling when he sees the slight tremble in her body.
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"You really are still a child, huh?"
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He glances at her face, his smile widening even more as he sees the tears welling up in her eyes.
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"Well, you know it best, right, My queen?"
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He takes a step back, arms widening once more, as his voice rose.
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"This tragedy, WILL NEVER END!"
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He cackles high into the sky. A moment passes before the Medusa retorts.
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"And as I-no, We've told you,"
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Her own eyes turn red, as her hair rises.
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"We won't lose, not Again!"
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The boy once again looked at her,
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And smiled.
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"Is that so? Well then, I look forward to it."
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