TW: death of a pregnant women and the death of unborn. (It's one paragraph only, you can skip it )
TW: for blood and violence
The prophesy part of this fic is not my idea. It belongs to the one and only capnvanillawithsprinkles.
Thanks a lot! :)
I had a different idea (which we will know later) but I liked the twist of prophecy too much to to be left alone.
27.
If there is one thing Regina understood from these memory visits is that she can sometimes feel things like- anger, cold, sometimes beeeze if she pays attention. So, it doesn't surprise her when she feels her warm breath freeze into snowflakes.
Her body shuddered and she tightened her grip on the journal and hurried to the fireplace for some heat but realized too late that it was unlit. She cursed, what was with these dragons and cold weather? Regina would never understand.
She was back in Maleficent castle it seemed. And Maleficent wasn't alone. Shadows were getting attracted to the couch and Regina knew instantly Emma was sitting nearby. She couldn't even count the shadows, there were so many of them reaching and trying to touch Odile, licking at her feet.
There was an unfocused and fidgeting Dark One sitting in front of the unlit fireplace, her leg shaking in impatience which was so unlike Odile that Regina curiously walks a bit closer. She is almost startled by her mother-in-law's voice.
"Emma are you even aware of how many people will you kill if you go through with this plan of yours?! 8 kingdoms. All of them have at least a million people residing. You will unleash this kind of magic for what? A girl?!"
A girl? Regina leans her side on the cold stone wall.
"Her name is Regina," Odile says firmly, there's a challenge in her voice and a soft warning which makes Regina raise her eyebrow. Was Odile warning her mother?
Regina straightens at the mention of her name and watches her wife close enough to notice physical differences. there was no slouch in Odile's posture, not soft bow to appear non-threatening as possible when she is with her brunette, this version was seated in a kingly pose almost like a cobra poised to attack.
No blindside, no vulnerability, or soft smiles. Nothing.
There were noticeable facial changes too, a wrinkle on the right side of her mouth from continuously snarling. Eyes hard and jaw clenched. Far more muscular than marshal Swan, Regina ignored what that bicep encased in leather did to her.
Far more rigid and fortified than the women she's come to know. Far colder and commanding than the woman who gave her necklace a couple of weeks before their wedding. who looked so helpless when Regina needed comfort. this one was animalistic. vicious.
There's also a wrinkle in her forehead which Regina tries to smoothen out with her fingers but fails. she presses a kiss on it, touching nothing but air but her heart sings.
Her attention is broken when Mal walks right through her towards her daughter. How rude.
Mal sighed, as if she'd has this discussion a thousand times with a petulant teenager who refused to listen. It makes Regina smile because Mal truly looked as if she wanted to physically shake her daughter and knock some sense into her.
The image of the older dragon shaking her stubborn Dark One daughter was too amusing in Regina's head. She chuckled to herself.
"Emma... This is not how marriage is supposed to be-" Odile's eyes sharply cut to her and Mal smoothens the wrinkle on the side of her mouth away. "Odile you're obsessed with her. People don't-"
"why can't I? I need her" Regina smiles softly. Looks like Odile wasn't kidding when Regina had accused of wanting her in the forest. The answer was so simple as if no more explanation was needed for Odile to pursue Regina. She wanted her. Her. A girl who knew nothing but hiding from her mother's clutches.
A girl who knew nothing about love. A girl who was always scared of her mother.
"what about that prince who's currently on his way to court Regina. Cora is going to marry her to that man who's twice her age-"
Regina furrows her eyebrows; she doesn't remember her mother telling her about that. Her teeth ground together in anguish, looks like Cora tried to control her life again. She was probably going to commit murder one of these days.
An animalistic growl rips through Odile's throat which makes Regina jump and the vibrations make her insides tingles. Regina scolds herself for being so affected by her wife. This is truly not the time to get lost in her wife's beauty. She ignores the way that the animalistic side is making her eyes slowly darken.
"I won't let that happen. She's mine." her voice comes in two different tones, one is so clearly Odile but the other is the influenced Darkness.
A promise. Regina knew it was a promise. A promise Odile would fulfill without a second thought and without caring for any repercussions.
Hm, so that's why even Odile's darkness gets affected just by her presence.
"what if she gets married to him?" Mal tries again to talk to her bullhead daughter. Regina pinches her lips together and pushes the urge to snap at her with a cutting remark.
This is not the time.
"Enchanted forest will no longer exist. And then I'll take her away." Odile looks dazed, unfocused, wild…untamed, and completely fixated. On her. Regina ignores the way it makes her heart swell and insides flutter.
"This is unhealthy" Mal scolds and whacks her daughter on the arm who glares and rubs the spot. Regina outright laughs. What a toddler.
"I don't care."
"Odile... She might be the girl from the prophesy."
Prophesy. That word catches Regina's ear. Merlin was trapped and tortured by Odile for answers to some prophecy. Is this the same one?
Odile's eyes flashed yellow and for a second Regina was sure the dragon had snapped her out of the trance Odile was in, "Jane fulfilled the prophecy."
"Only half prophecy is just Fate messing with you," Mal speaks softly and presses a kiss on her nose which makes Odile blink adorably.
Odile pouts but toys with the end of Mal's dress who swats away her hands. Regina bites back her giggle, Odile could truly behave like a child sometimes.
"I want her, mother. She will be mine. If I have to go through 8 kingdoms. Three oceans and the dumb courtier. So be it. She will be my wife."
Regina strokes the blonde hair and hugs it close to her chest, wetness clouding her vision. she breathes in the soft lavender and feels herself calming immediately. the knot in her throat doesn't seem to go away.
" Odile... She might not accept all your parts." the mother looks so worried for her child.
Regina tilts her head.
Odile's eyes focus for a minute in thought. "then I'll... Contain it."
"contain the darkness?" The older blonde's eyes bug out and she sputters. "Odile you can't just contain such a big part of yourself!"
"I will. For her." Such determination in Odile's eyes that Regina believes her. "I'll be anything she wants."
There was a muted madness in Odile's eyes, a restlessness Regina had never seen before. Something that was driving Regina mad with something she could only specify as want.
"have u seen her stars…" the dragon tosses a scroll on Odile's lap. "your marriage will bring nothing but death and destruction onto any land you step in."
"too bad for them." Odile bites back and Regina smirks. Oh yes. This was truly a perfect combination of Emma and darkness.
Odile transports herself to her bedchambers where Regina is automatically pulled like a puppet. She doesn't complain. uh-huh, not one bit.
The brunette's breath hitches at the sight of canvasses hanging from the roof at different lengths so they are all always visible.
There's practically no space in the bed chambers simply because there are papers and tins of paints everywhere she attempts to step in. Then she realizes that this is a memory step onto the paint can and watches it diminish right away. Regina looks at the thick sheet of paper.
She sees herself and for a moment Regina thinks 'why are there so many mirrors in Odile's bedroom?' her gut twist in an unpleasant manner. was Odile spying on her? keeping an eye on her? invading her privacy? Regina bites the rising bile.
Then after a couple of blinks, she realizes all of them are paintings. Of her. Drawn faultlessly.
Regina's breath sticks to her throat as she tries to walk and see all of it, her legs too shocked so she just runs her eyes over it. So many colors and shades of her.
All the paintings are from Odile's memory, Regina assumes because all of them are from a different point of view from the evening they spent together dancing. Regina hums, her belly fluttering at the sight of crouched Odile- who got every single painting flawless, right to the precise brown shade of her eyes.
There are several of hers' with big grins, naughty smiles, amused, cute, adorable.
There's a painting where Regina is standing with a bloke sampling the wine with a curious glint in her eyes. There's one where she is glaring at her sister. One of her standing on the balcony with her neck bared and breathing the night sky deeply, enjoying the fresh air.
Her biggest one though steals her breath away; she barely notices the blonde who's working diligently on it. her wife was carefully painting away at her neck.
There's a vein throbbing on the left side which when Emma cannot draw with a paintbrush she resorts to her fingers and paints.
Regina touches the artery on her neck, feeling it throb and pulse.
"you weren't kidding when you said you were infatuated with me, Emma"
The painted Regina looks like she's being held by someone taller than her and Regina calms her breath because Emma truly drew it from memory. It was when she was dancing with the tall blonde prince from Arndell aka Emma.
She blushes, remembering how she had threatened him with castration if he sent a letter of courting to her. If Regina spoke the truth of how attractive and charming the man was, Odile's head would inflate further.
"stalker" she mutters fondly, her hand resting on a tight shoulder. she gives it a little rub and is surprised to find Odile pausing and look over her shoulder. Regina stops breathing. there's no way Odile knows she's here right? The blonde shrugs and gets back to painting.
Regina doesn't touch her wife again.
Odile had made her look so utterly beautiful. The queen ponders if this is how Odile truly sees her.
Hanging from every corner of the room there was not one space where Regina's picture wasn't present. Not a single space where Regina wasn't occupying. Regina hoped Odile's heart was the same way- occupied with her and her alone.
The painted Regina is missing her lipstick and Regina thinks that the lips will be the finishing touch Odile will give to the painting. She smiles and touches her own, feeling a tad bit lightheaded for some reason. It was cold but then why did her skin feel slightly hot.
No wonder Odile traces her face every time they kiss, Odile was probably memorizing her details. Storing them in her mind. Was Emma afraid that one day her wife would take away the privilege of kissing? She shakes her head. Nonsense.
Once all the details except the lips are done, Emma dips her hand in the water and washes away all the paint from her calloused fingers and heel of her palm, uncaring of how her leather jacket is being ruined or how her coattail just dipped in golden-brown paint.
Regina realizes too late that golden-brown shade matches her eyes. It was half liter can! How much paint would Odile need?
The painting looks like a mirror, Emma even got her smile right. Her sharp jawbone and the crinkled nose when Regina find something adorable or disgusting. Her eyebrows perfectly arched and her long neck bared with pulse throbbing. Regina takes a deep shuddering breath, perhaps one day she will see Odile paint her again.
"where is it?" there's audible mumbling which snaps Regina's attention and the brunette watches Emma open paint cans and search for something. When she doesn't find it, Emma huffs loudly, her eyes flitting around maniacally.
"can't let you be without your lipstick, my precious."
The nickname jars her to an abrupt halt. It's a name she has never heard Emma call her and Regina thinks hard of all the reasons why Emma never called her 'my precious.'
Regina is not ready for what happens next. Not ready.
Odile presses a switchblade to her palm and cuts it open and Regina watches in astonishment as Odile dips a clean brush in the small pool of her blood and paints the lips on the canvas with the maddening gaze she had never seen before.
Regina squeezes herself; this is not something you find attractive, Regina, she scolds herself but it's futile. it's so attractive that Regina wonders if she accidentally drooled a little in a paint can.
"there." Odile pressed a palm on the side of the painting and takes a shuddering breath, eyeing the painting passionately. Regina touches her lower belly, feeling it churn wildly.
that's not normal, is it?
"Fates can try to take you away from me. They can try to set you up with some bald guy who only cares about heirs-"
Emma visibly reddens at the idea of Regina taking anyone else but her. Her body practically vibrating. Regina ignores the obvious effect that certain trait has on her.
"-but you will not marry anyone but me."
With that Odile ducks back into the paintings and practically gets lost in them.
Regina doesn't know how she should feel about this particular memory. she reminds herself to change her underclothes once she wakes up, they feel uncomfortable.
()
She is in the same place.
That's the first thing she notices. The Dark One's bedchambers still look the same. Still filled with her pictures and no space to walk in.
Regina watches in mild amusement when Odile stumbles inside from a door with a miswak in her mouth, still in the process of brushing teeth, and jumps over the bed to peer in the long mirror which wakes up when Emma touches it.
Regina doesn't see at first but she feels it. Tremors. There are soft tremors under her feet but then they quickly turn into losing-balance ones.
Regina barely saves herself from slamming face-first into a painting with that one tremor that shakes her vision. Ugh, she grips her head strongly and lets her magic stabilize her body.
There's grey-red smoke and Mal appears beside her angry daughter and speaks soft words to calm her down but it's not working. It's not working because the weather darkens with clouds muddying the sky and it looks like it will thunder. Regina watches the weather worsen.
Grabbing the stonewall, Regina peeks through Mal to see exactly what had made her wife so angry. Her eyes widen when she sees the scene before her.
It's her.
With Daniel.
On a picnic. Together. Alone.
Regina winces, "oh, that's not good."
Even though it was nothing romantic in between them Regina can see why Odile perceived it that way.
Regina is sitting against the tree still in her riding gear leaning on Daniel's shoulder while sipping on juice. Daniel is leaning towards her and telling her something animatedly with his eyes lit up like shining rocks.
Regina remembers this picnic. They had been sword fighting and Regina accidentally scraped her knee and to cheer the princess up Daniel himself had picked the picnic basket and they both sneaked out of the castle.
The vibrations don't stop and they hit a solid eight when mirror-Regina giggles at something Daniel says. Regina makes a revolting face, ugh she never giggled. Regina resists the urge to reach in the mirror and smack her past self.
"Are they...?" Odile's voice sounds hopeless as if she's lost a battle she hadn't even fought. Regina wanted to hug her wife for sounding so pitiful and hopeless. "does she like the boy?"
Regina waits with bated breath. Because Daniel is still alive she knows Odile hadn't hurt him but she desperately wants to know how this conversation goes.
"would you let her go if they liked each other?" Mal softly asks, her hand is hovering over Odile, as if ready to comfort if need be and Regina narrows her eyes. Mal is treading on thin ice.
Regina wants to know the answer too.
"yes." Odile's shoulder slump in defeat but then with a loud whoosh Odile is thrown into the wall. Her side colliding painfully and Regina swears she hears a crack. Regina winces on her wife's behalf because she can only assume how darkness must've reacted to be denied this way.
The definite crunch of bone makes her touch Emma's back as she drops to the floor, her body hitting it with a loud thud. It was as if Odile wasn't fighting back because she knew the darkness would take action in some other form.
A spike of fear invades Regina's being at the bestial Darkness. What would happen if Odile were to lose control and Darkness took over. Would she be safe?
She shakes herself out of it. Odile would never let that happen. She would never let the darkness hurt her.
Before Regina can finish her train of thoughts, her eyes cut to Odile's arms where rips start to emerge as if something is swiping at her from the inside. The lacerations widen farther and Odile tries to physically stop it from expanding but it magnifies and Odile lets her forehead touch the cool floor.
Odile scratches at the stone floor causing her nails to bleed. A dark swipe against her stomach makes her unable to stand up.
Regina looks away because Odile doesn't scream, but she doesn't have to. Her face says everything there is to convey.
Odile is holding the darkness back, taming it. Not letting it hurt the boy and take Regina.
Regina's heart does a little flutter at the determination and protectiveness shining in those grey-green eyes. Odile was protective even before she knew what kind of person she was.
That was something, wasn't it?
To protect a girl she barely knew but still fought with a big part of herself to give her the freedom of choice. That meant a lot to Regina.
The way Emma's eyes keep darting around her, she assumes that previous Dark Ones are right there whispering doubts and planting seeds. There are so many things flashing through Emma's eyes. Heartbreak, betrayal, hurt, pain- so much pain that Regina can't look at her anymore.
They were whispering things to her, trying to break her resolve, to get a chance to break Regina but Odile holds them off.
"no one hurts her."
That's all Odile gets to grunt out before she is thrown towards the mirror and the pieces turn towards her like a predator and sink deep in her body, Emma coughs out a gulp of blood. She's being violently scratched at and the painful crunch of her bones makes Regina cover her mouth at the agonizing scream Emma lets out.
Emma curls into a small ball and her shoulders shake, the small river of blood escaping her internal wounds makes Regina jump away. Mal looks away and wipes her eyes because there's nothing she can do to comfort or heal.
The embedded pieces of mirror vibrate but don't come out even when Emma tries to pull it out.
Emma chokes with wet eyes but doesn't give darkness the satisfaction of winning.
As a punishment, the mirror pieces dig deeper and rotate a full three-sixty, and Emma lets out a blood-curdling scream which makes her choke and so it out more blood.
Regina thinks she can never get that scream out of her head.
()
The Queen of Darkness scrunches her nose at the stench of burning flesh. Gross. The smell of burning and rotting meat makes her dizzy but she quickly pinches her nose and wipes her watery eyes, trying to look at what's in front of her but it all looks in the shade of red and brown.
Regina waves her fingers and puts a spell around her and breathes in a heavy with her eyes closed. As soon as a fresh breath of air hits her lungs Regina relaxes her tense shoulders and takes a couple of breaths in.
She realized how she was still recovering from the last memory and maybe she needed more than a couple of seconds to properly ground herself. The painful screams of her wife still hurting her heart. Regina rubs at her heart, feeling the physical pain.
"This isn't me" she hears a broken voice whisper and her eyes snap open at the sound of Emma's declaration.
"This can't be me." Her eyes first flash to the bleeding little child in her lap, it takes her a moment to realize that the child is dead. Emma looks like she's trying so very hard to revive him.
Her hands are bloodied, shirt drenched in sweat and blood but Emma is only paying attention to the child.
Regina gulps at the sight of blood around her wife and her eyes scan the place they are currently in.
Taking a staggering step back, Regina looks all around her.
There are dead bodies of people all around them, Emma was currently sitting near the doused bonfire, her knees digging in the bloody soil.
at least one hundred Dead bodies all lying around, as if they had tried to run very hard but were killed mid escape.
Old people with death in their milky gaze. A pregnant woman with Emma's switchblade stuck in her belly, fluids escaping through it and there was absolutely no way the child had survived.
The mother had tried to protect her unborn by placing her palm, which was stabbed through.
Regina swallows the sickness down at the sight of maimed and broken dead bodies. She holds her belly so she doesn't puke all over. She wants to. She can already feel herself turn green at the sight.
Regina clenches her fist and mourns the death silently, she has to wipe at her eyes continuously. what the hell happened here?
There's a high-pitched giggle that makes Regina jump like a cat. "You killed one of your own, you'll kill the other one too. What's a bit more kill count? Dearie"
On of your own? Is he talking about Sierra?
At the idea of Sierra dying, Regina can't contain the sickness anymore and vomits in the bonfire, she heaves a bit more and avoids the flowing blood on the ground.
Her chest suddenly feels like an icebox, trying to appear strong, and urges her frozen body to look behind her.
The first thing she sees a giggling maniac but the fact that Emma avoids looking at him tells her he used to be a Dark One.
He's scaly, green, wearing leather, super ugly to be honest, and not to mention- short.
Regina looks down at him, my God, he's ugly from here too.
And he looks like a crocodile. She takes a shuddering breath in. He has to be Rumpelstiltskin.
He has lizard-like eyes and smells like loneliness and hatred. He's jumping around Odile like an excited child and Regina slowly backs off.
If there's one thing she knows is to stay away from psychopaths with a fondness for big kill count.
He was shorter than she expected. much shorter. she wonders if he has to look up at Emma to speak with her.
No part of him wasn't covered in scaly green skin, his teeth looked like he could use some dental hygiene. Probably a lot, if the sight of grimy black teeth is anything to go by.
She wonders who the innocent soul was who tried to kiss this lizard with true love's kiss.
Regina wouldn't kiss him even if her life depended on it.
Ugh. not even if the land's fate depended on it.
"I didn't-" Emma hiccupped, holding the child close. shielding him from the dead Dark One's hungry gaze. Regina feels something unpleasant rise in her lungs.
"But you did." a similar grey-skinned woman sits beside Emma, ignoring the bloody soil. "so, how does it taste? Amazing, doesn't it?"
Oh hell no, Regina hoped this woman took a bath regularly.
Her blood boils when Emma finches away from them and cries big fat tears in her forearm while they all laugh and mock.
Regina sees all five Dark Ones showing her their expertise in the chaos department. They show her different methods of killing. Regina dry heaves at the sights and at the giggles they emit, as if they are talking about the weather. Regina pales and finds herself on the verge of passing out.
The Queen sees everything they show to Odile and her heart hurts because Emma just needs someone to comfort her while she's ugly sobbing.
it isn't like Emma to kill people, it was like Odile Swan but Sophia is still alive in this memory which means she is Emma Swan, a mother who took darkness to save her daughter. A wife who is trying so very hard to stick to the only thing that matters to her.
Regina strokes blonde hair and prays this passes quickly for Odile, the blonde head bobs with hiccups and she soon finds herself being whisked away.
()
the air smells stuffy.
that's Regina's first thought but then her vision grows accustomed to the barely-there light, the first thing she notices that it's not her castle, wherever they are is made of stone and wood. It's small, old, there's dust gathering on untouched things.
The kitchen looks scarcely used; the single bed has dust on it too. The only thing that doesn't have dust is the reclining chair on which Emma is sitting currently with her nose in a book she can't recognize.
Regina comes to a staggering conclusion that this is the same room that Odile had hidden in the castle, the place where she slept. The place she had first found out about Jane. the cuffs on the right side of the bed have fresh blood on them and Regina is curious as to who it belongs to.
on one wall there are tally marks and the others are empty.
there are two framed pictures, one of Emma with the kids and another of Jane with a baby bump which Emma is stroking lovingly.
the image makes her jealous and happy at the same time.
She looks exhausted, wrinkles and dark circles making her look so much older than her immortal age of twenty-eight.
there's almost no light and Regina wonders how Emma is even reading in this dark.
Regina thinks that she's never seen a person this lonely. Especially her wife who always gathers her in those muscular arms of hers' with a tentative smile and the warmest hugs Regina has ever felt.
She wants to do the same right now but she knows it's not an option. This is a memory. she curses herself because in no reality does she want Emma to be this miserable.
"look at that dearie, looks like the king's armies are almost here."
she doesn't even look at Rumpelstiltskin but her dead eyes light up the prospect of creating chaos.
Regina mumbles to herself, "homicidal maniac."
Emma- in a moment changes her appearance- looking so much younger with light makeup hiding her dark sunken eyes and miserable existence.
the tall heels look so much delectable but Regina doesn't have time to salivate and quickly follows her wife out.
her heart almost beats out of her chest when she realizes that this is the same spot where the Dark Castle is built but instead of that gigantic castle is a small cabin.
the forest looks still the same, the animals however cower from her and clear a path anywhere Emma steps in. interesting.
Regina watches Emma destroy kingdoms with a smile on her face and a glass of brandy in her hand.
so this has to be after Odile had killed the twins and Jane. Emma's enjoyment when people beg and run away makes Regina feel something akin to hurt.
Regina watches Emma fall into a vicious cycle of loneliness and destruction, (she notes how cynfael hasn't yet been rescued so this memory is really old).
the Queen of Darkness is forced to watch her wife visit taverns and bed barmaids almost every night. although all the barmaids Emma takes are redheads, gingers, and blondes (Emma avoids brunettes like plague; this information brings some twisted satisfaction to Regina.)
but her jealousy rears its ugly head as soon as the door slams shut in her face.
she lets out a deathly growl. Regina vows to herself to teach Emma a lesson. How dare she bed these women! Regina didn't care that she wasn't born at this time.
If someone could see her they would see a pouting women stomping away fuming. Odile was not allowed to touch anyone else but her.
The Dark one should've bloody waited for her wife.
Odile touching anyone but she is a big no-no and anyone touching Odile is a big no-no too. She was mad, mad.
How dare her wife touch anyone but her!
Regina is going to strangle that pretty neck as soon as she sees her.
()
"so.." Rumple mimics Emma's shoulder sag and pouts mockingly, "have you decided a name for yourself?"
"a name that people will tremble with.." Nimue fakes a tremble and Regina looks disgusted, this woman needed some tips on hygiene.
"she doesn't need a name!" a fat guy with shimmering and dotted skin exclaims. "all she needs is to know how to trick people with her appearances!"
every dark One sighs deeply and scolds him, "Zoso."
he sulks and Regina looks bothered by him for some reason.
"People called me crocodile!" Rumple giggles out and Regina looks so done at him.
"They called me the first dark one!" the poor-hygiene woman boasts. Regina rolls her eyes, no wonder.
This woman leaked grossness and bad hygiene. Regina- just to be on the safe side- steps out of her orbit in case the woman has any deadly disease.
"they called me trickster!" Zoso says when he feels left out.
"I was called Hugh!" the second dark one calls out and the rest of them call out 'lame' and 'boo' and he sticks his bifurcated tongue out.
Regina wonders if this one had a wife. There was no way a woman would let a bifurcated tongued devil kiss her, right?
Regina shudders. Gross.
"Odile." Emma's eyes sparkle but she doesn't give a reason why she chose that name or what it meant. "Swan."
"taking your Ex-wife's name is bad form." rumple claps his hands "bad form, Darkling."
"I want to remember why humans are never meant to be trusted or loved." Emma scoffs and all the Dark One smiles widely which creeps Regina out. Regina wants to hide her wife from this bunch of dead Dark Ones.
"They deserved to be used, taken advantage of, played with.."
Emma chuckles darkly. "what's a better example than Jane, you dead lot."
they all laugh and Emma lets the darkness engulf her whole being.
this was not Emma Swan anymore.
it was the rising Dark One; Odile Swan.
the darkest and cruelest of Dark One's to ever reign the existence.
AN: So we had two solid chips with plenty backstories and all.
The next chapter will be the story continuation which means regina figures out what's with the shortlisting and all. And we will have fluff after this violence.a bit of trust building and all.
Hope u guys enjoyed it.
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