If Felix were a woman, he would look like the girl before him. She was beautiful, wearing her long black hair in a messy bun, not unlike Felix. She was petite like Annette, but her proportions and movement reminded him more of the cat-like grace of Felix. But if Felix had been born a woman, Sylvain hoped that he would never have had to see Felix's pretty amber eyes widen so much in fear.
"You're scaring me, Uncle Sylvain!" her voice on the verge of tears.
Whatever desire Sylvain was feeling promptly shrivelled up and died. In its place was an alien rage. It was his but at the same time not his. It was terrifying. As if he was a passenger in his own body. He tried to pull away, laugh it off and then wonder why a random girl called him "uncle". Was it a kink? He didn't shame!
He didn't do any of those things. He couldn't do any of those things. Instead, his gauntlet hand punch the door behind her so hard that the planks splintered.
"Don't screw with me," the voice that came out of his throat was low and dangerous, "Tell me where my daughters are!"
"I don't know where they are! They never made it to Fraldarius!" the girl said. She was tearing up now, "Please, Uncle Sylvain, my brother is lost too! I want to find him. So if you just let me, I'll help."
"Stop lying to me!" he screamed, "Your brother has a crest. You can hear the voices of the Fraldarius with crests, can't you? So you know where Alexi is, so tell me!"
"Alexi is too young. I can't access his crests without hurting him! Eochaid won't let…."
Sylvain grabbed her throat, "Make him!"
"I can't…." Sylvain squeezed.
No, no, no! He didn't want to do this! He didn't want to hurt her! He loved her! Wait? What?
It happened so fast that, at first, Sylvain didn't feel anything. But then the pain started to radiate up his arms as he slowly looked down at the bloody stump to which his hand used to be attached.
Sylvain screamed as the pain bloomed. But no one heard him because his body wasn't screaming. Instead, it slowly turned toward the man who had lopped off his hand as easily as Dedue lops off the heads of dead flowers.
Dimitri? It was Dimitri, right? But never in all the years he had known the prince, had Dimitri ever looked at Sylvain with such loathing and disgust. The girl ran to him and hid behind him. For a brief moment, Sylvain found himself nostalgic for a time when at least his friends had been happier, even if he himself had not been so. A time when crybaby Felix often hid behind his fiercely protective best friend, letting Dimitri stand up for Felix, even against their respective fathers.
"I don't know what's going through your syphilis riddled brain, Uncle Sylvain," said the not-Dimitri, as he pointed the professor's sword of the creator toward him, "But even if it's you, if you hurt Glen, I'll kill you!"
Syphilis? How rude! Sylvain was always careful during his encounters. Not only diligently wearing the sheepskin but also making sure to have Manuela check him out at the first sign of trouble. He didn't have Syphillis!
Wait? Why was he thinking that at a time like this? He was going to die! Not only because his stump was bleedingly heavily but because his body refused to stay down. His body lunged towards the man, and the man, didn't hesitate!
Sylvain jerked awake, letting out a scream as he sat up. What the hell was that?
"Lord Sylvain, what, what's wrong?" asked his companion. A blond girl from the north who looked a lot like Ingrid, if Ingrid was a dainty maid who was into make-up and styling her hair, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Do you, do you have syphilis?"
For a moment, the girl sat stunned, then her face scrunched up in anger, and she slapped him, hard! He didn't try to stop her as she quickly grabbed her clothes and left as fast as she could get enough on to be considered "decent".
"Sylvain!" Dimitri called to him as he entered the Knight's Hall, his voice more disappointed than angry, "I thought we agreed that you weren't going to do this anymore."
Sylvain stared at him mutely. Not even trying to defend himself.
"What, nothing to say for yourself?" demanded Felix, as he walked up to the pair, still holding his practice sword, "Well, if you actually realise what you have done wrong, you should come spar with me!"
"Maybe I should join you two," said Annette, "I have been meaning to practice my axe skills."
Something clicked for Sylvain, "She was the two of your daughter!"
"What?" asked Felix, as visible confusion showed on the faces of the other two.
"Glen!" said Sylvain, and then another realisation, "I had impure thoughts about Felix's daughter!" he admitted out loud as the horror of his own perversion dawned on him.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Are you drunk?" demanded Felix.
"Maybe I should call Mercy," Annette mainly seemed to be addressing herself.
"Sylvain, explain yourself!" ordered Dimitri.
Before Sylvain could, the air around them filled with magical energy and a rip appeared in the middle of the room that tore open to dump three kids and a huge demonic snake into the hall entirely too close to the children!