So here i am with another chapter of this fic after months and months. Sorry for the delay but other fics in this AU took more importance.

Anyways, here's a short chapter of Andrias and his experience with Anne "Anne-ness".

"The best fighter is never angry."

―Lao Tzu

The First time Andrias heard Anne's Voice was the day he won. Because he'd won. The human girl handed him the Music Box, the three Stones wholly charged, willingly! Like a naive child. Ha! Such prophecy.

In the back of his mind, there was an angelic chorus; a thousand voices clapping, laughing, clamoring for his victory. Andrias especially savored his father's mumbled laughter. It's the first time in a thousand years the voices shouted with joy.

He'd won, yes. But then he had to ruin it by gloating. His father had once warned him he was too trustworthy; of his old friends, of his ability to recover the box, and now, in his seemingly certain victory, of himself. The voices told him what to do. 'Kill the girls on the spot, before they join against you!' But Andrias didn't believe they would. Besides, he had a final move he wanted to make.

He knew Marcy's secret. And he, as the saying goes, spilled the tea. And why shouldn't he? Marcy expressed her discomfort about Andrias' conquering plans. She betrayed him. So he betrayed her in turn.

Oh, how did he enjoy watching the girls argue! How their oh-so-called true friendship shook and cracked, and finally crumpled like a crystal tower. It was always like this with friends. He knew from experience. Watching someone else's building of friendship collapse, as a spectator with the top seat? It was beautiful in a gruesome way.

"I gave you Sprig, I gave you everything!" Marcy cried.

She has a point, 'tho, thought Andrias.

The blonde one wasn't taking it well. Red-faced and with a face that told she was this close to going on a murdering rampage. Anne seemed to have taken it better but…

No, she wasn't better. She'd a blank expression that hid her fury. At the same time, the room seemed to darken beyond the sunset. Something was off.

"Stop," said Anne coldly.

But Marcy went on, pathetically. "Look at how much you have grown! You're closer than ever to finding out the truth about yourself. Y-you wouldn't have that on Earth. I did that, just for you-"

"QUIET," Anne commanded.

A silence like black tar fell over them. No sound could be heard. Not the wind ramming the floating palace, nor the breath of the living beings in the room.

The only noise where the voices in Andrias' head. Kill her! End her! She's the harbinger of Doom. The leveler of mountains. Devourer of Worlds. End her before she kills us all!

Not too different from their usual happy ramblings, but they'd never been so adamant about Andrias killing someone. Especially a kid. But again, Anne wasn't any kid. She was a child of Death, and that meant trouble.

Marcy opened her mouth but no sound came out. She opened it wider, shouting. No noise whatsoever. She cried and wept and knelt, grabbing Anne's hands, and begging her. Praying too, maybe? She was screaming with no voice, and Andrias knew that if he tried, he'd be unable to talk too.

Then the Boonchuy girl stepped forward. Andrias was no fool. This darkness that had them surrounded and this silence they couldn't escape was her work. This wasn't the same Anne as before. When she spoke, she was strong-willed and frontal.

"Maybe we all made mistakes," she looked to Sasha and squeezed Marcy's shoulder. "But if you think we're going to let you get away with this, you're deadly wrong."

Andrias had to laugh, but in the back of his mind was silence. The spell Anne had put on them seemed to have lifted as Andrias found his voice again.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice reverberating in the molasses-like air. "And who's going to stop me? You? I'll let you have a secret little girl." He crouched to whisper as if he was truly sharing a secret with a friend. "I am immortal."

Now it was Anne to laugh, and her laughter pierced the air like an arrow.

"NO. YOU'RE NOT. AND NEITHER IS YOUR MASTER. THE END HAS COME, FOR BOTH OF YOU."

Andrias had to back away and take a few seconds to breathe. The Core. It was the voice of The Core, but at the same time, it wasn't —like they were speaking through Anne's body but he knew that wasn't the case. That honor was bound to be Marcy's.

Didn't I warn you, you fool? Said Andrias' father in the back of his mind. End this now! Kill her with the tools.

Right. He'd prepared for this. He searched inside his pockets and pulled out the tiny white obsidian stones. The Hallows the witch gave him. It was time to see if his investment had been worth it.

Andrias pulled out his sword. The flames, usually quenched by the holster, came to live on the sword's edge. Andrias followed the witch's instructions and brought the stones closer to the hilt. The stones jumped from his hands and attached themselves to the sword which exploded in a hurricane of mystic fire; first red, then blue, and finally white. The light seemed to disperse the darkness Anne had dragged them into, blinding everyone with its pure white light.

Anne seemed to feel the change. She took a step back as she pulled out her scythe and everyone readied their weapons, just in time for Andrias' first batch of frobots to arrive. Andrias sneered as he remembered Anne's words.

THE END HAS COME. FOR BOTH OF YOU.

Andrias took a fighting stance. "We shall see," he said and lunged to attack.

There. I said it was a short chapter. I decided to leave this fic for smaller, not-so-relevant side stories and write the most important parts in separate, longer fics.

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