Two Worlds, Two Souls
Chapter 89: Saving Him
Angel's Point of View:
My nerves were so numb as I kept up a feverous assault on the dead prince.
I had to keep my mind blank to keep myself from fretting over my sister who had dove into Asriel's mouth to save the others that had been consumed. Without even consulting me, she hurled herself into battle in the only way she knew how to.
And even then, I didn't know if she was alright.
Fighting every instinct I had to go after her, I followed her wishes to keep Asriel at bay. She needed time to find everyone inside of him, and who knew what he'd done to our friends and family. She needed time, and I had to patiently wait for a sign that she was ready to be pulled out.
My magic flow I had to keep steady to keep Mom, Dad and Wingdings at my side during the fighting. I couldn't allow even a fraction of magic to over flow or run out of place in fear of weakening myself too soon. This wasn't just a battle to keep the underground safe, it was a timed battle where if Frisk didn't save the others before I ran out of magic, we were all dead.
Mom and Dad were on the offensive side, they flew forward with nothing hindering them due to being dead. They attacked with malice in their eyes, fury in their limbs. There was no mercy as they kept the creature at bay.
Wingdings on the other hand was using his magic at every turn to create barriers for protection from Asriel or to shove the bastard in unexpected directions to assist my parents in getting a hit. Wingdings carefully watched the battlefield with expect eye sockets that kept anything from getting by him. Not a single hit managed to get through his defense. He and my parents had unlimited magic at the moment.
I was the only one who didn't.
"Come on Angel!" Asriel cried out, surprisingly displeased as my parents threw him around. "Why don't you come out and play with me? Am I not good enough?"
His erratic thoughts made some sense to me, or I tried to make sense of them. He was a child when he was killed. Perhaps a pre-teen? And it had been many years where he was alone as that flower. Who knew what he learned or what he taught himself? Or what was he even taught before? I never had any idea.
It sounded like this Chara that had been his sister wasn't exactly the best influence on him.
God, what was I thinking? Was I siding with this demon?
But at the same time, I could help but let my mind wander just a hair at the thought that maybe he didn't fully understand what he was doing. His life was taken from him far too early for any child.
That didn't excuse him from anything that he'd done… but it made me wonder even the tiniest amount if he could learn and change? Or was this violent side of him due to Chara's magic being involved to create this form of his? He had souls now inside of him that he was feeding off of, and his form changed when he had souls attached to him. Was it possible that if he had a soul, maybe he wouldn't become that soulless creature again?
A hand of my carefully made it up to where the device sat on my chest that was making a spark. Long ago had it beeped intently as it stated I was at ninety-nine percent. My fight with Asriel had caused the machine to ever devoid me of magic and rush through creating that spark. The exact thing I promised the others I wouldn't do.
What is wrong with my life…?
But… was it wrong that I thought maybe we could save him? Maybe, if I gave him this spark and it turned into a soul that maybe it would be enough to keep him stable and let him live again?
Okay, a real question. What was wrong with my thinking?
Why was I thinking to save him? Was I that much of a bleeding heart? Was I trying to convince myself of this? Was he fooling me?
Even as my thoughts ran rampant, I never once let my eyes trail away from Asriel. He kept his gaze on me as well as he snarled. He went to lunge forward one more time when he stopped and paused. With a hand to his stomach, chains escaped his mouth and attempted to widen it.
"Frisk?!" My eyes widened. I hurried to glance at Wingings. "Try to box him in!"
With pleasure.
Wingdings hardly offered a moment of rest for the struggling monster who was thrown into the barrier. Out of his mouth came another chain that landed in the grip of my mother's hand. She held tightly as Asriel did everything in his power to keep us from getting those inside of him. He attempted to break the chains of my sister, but they didn't shatter under his attacks. My father dove into the fray hold down Asriel to the ground while a single one of my chains raced forward to grab the one my mother held.
Then I yanked.
"Yahoo!" Like a cartoon character escaping death, my sister was comically pulled from the mouth of Asriel as his jaw unhinged. Along with her came seven other bodies that she had managed to find. I saw all my friends and family that had been lost only moments ago to the very monster that threatened to hurt us.
"Frisk!" I breathed out a sigh of relief as I saw her. She flew across the battlefield with the others attached to her that landed in piles and heaps against the ground. She had the brightest grin on her face as she did so before she jumped next to my hunched over form. She refused to release their bodies from her hold even as she came close.
She was getting better at multitasking, I was very proud, even if I was infuriated with her for scaring the shit out of me.
"Sis! Sis! Sis! I found them all! And I have twenty chains now!" Her grin was so wide at her accomplishment. "That guy shouldn't be as strong now!"
"Great job... Frisky..." I tried to breathe deeply to keep myself up right and steady. While the others weren't getting up right away, I could see them breathing. Asriel must have taken a lot out of them when they were trapped inside of him.
Turning back to Asriel who stood there chocking on air, my parents let go of him after all the others had escaped, but still there was glowing light escaping from his mouth. He covered it quickly with his paws to prevent anything else from slipping out, but one of the souls escaped, an orange one.
"NO!"
Even as Asriel cried out, another soul escaped him then. The next one being a bright green in color. They floated away from the shrinking body that changed from looking like an adult to more teen like.
"No please! Stop!"
His cries were not heard as he fell to the ground, he clung to his legs, trying to hide his face and suck down the souls that were escaping him. Frisk must have carved open a path for all of them to escape.
"I don't want this! Stop it!"
His voice fell on deaf ears as the souls continued to escape, purple came next followed by yellow. The souls floated over by us where they were protected by us behind the three people I summoned.
I believe you do not need us anymore; save your strength should we need to be called on again.
"Okay."
With that I released my magic to allow Wingdings and my parents to fade. As they did, Frisk came up on my side to help me stand while I ached all over in my chest. I struggled to stand without her help on shaky legs. Blood was slipping down my face more aggressively at that point, becoming a steady flowing river.
I would need medical help and fast.
"Please!"
We both watched the scene with pitiful eyes as Asriel crumbled and shrunk. His body forming back with vines all over him that he tried to yank away.
"I don't want to be a soulless flower again! I'm sorry! Please help me! I want to live again! I don't want to hate others! I want my parents!" He looked like a child who was in the midst of a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. "MOM! DAD! HELP ME!"
Why did I feel so much pity for him? I should have hated him for what he had done to myself and my friends. Why? Why couldn't I just let him turn back? He'd followed after us for years, tried to kill my sister when we first fell down into the underground, to make us think that we had to kill or be killed.
His blackened self shouldn't matter.
"PLEASE!"
My heart clenched and I had to look away. I couldn't watch as whatever magical science had been used to turn him into that creature.
But then I felt my sister yank on my shirt.
"Angel..." Frisk couldn't take her eyes off of him. "Is there really nothing we can do? Can't we help him?"
"I don't know..." Looking at the body of the dead prince withering so much as the remaining souls flushed out of him... Was there nothing that I could do?
A dark blue one escaped then before I cursed at myself. I couldn't do it. I couldn't ignore him. I had to try...
Stumbling forward, Frisk carefully led me toward him before we came to our knees beside him. He was only holding one soul left. Tears flooded down his cheeks from the fear rather than pain.
I only hoped what I was doing would work.
As I kneeled before Asriel, he watched me frantically as I yanked the magic gathering device off my chest. The device shattered then and a single red spark sat in the palm of my hand. A baby soul clone that I had made for the underground's freedom.
And yet, I couldn't leave him to suffer.
I pushed the spark onto his chest at the same time as a bright cyan soul escaped his mouth. He paused as the bright red glow was absorbed by his chest quickly. It glowed brightly and an intense wave of magic shot out of his chest. Frisk and I ducked as we heard it hit the barrier above us and put cracks in it. The barrier continued to break until pieces of it fell and shattered on the ground around us. The magic evaporating into the air with it being destroyed. As soon as there was a large enough hole, I felt a strong, cold breeze hit me head on before it settled for a moment. The six souls of the other humans that had died in the underground left on it as they faded away into the sky.
We could feel the breeze. There was a way out of the underground!
I felt something jump up my throat and I raced to turn away from Frisk before blood poured all over her from where it came up my throat.
"Sis!"
Frisk dove for me then, trying to use any bit of healing magic to keep me from falling over. I could feel the magic working its way into my body, but... nothing was healing. My body was breaking faster than Frisk could heal it.
"I-I'm not a flower?"
Asriel's form seemed to have stabilized as soon as the soul merged with his body. I could see it feeding off whatever it was inside his body that made the vines and his magic as the soulless flower. He turned more into a teen goat version of Toriel and Asgore it seemed. I could see some tiny horns just peaking up through his fur. He was entirely white like Toriel was while his clothes were torn, tattered and old fashioned. A striped shirt of green and yellow was on him with stained brown pants that hardly looked like they fit him.
I tried to focus in on him, but I no longer had the strength. I felt Frisk lower me to the ground, laying me on my back before she and the goat male hovered over me.
"Why?" He questioned me softly. "Why did you do it? …Why?"
The voice that spoke to me was so quiet and childlike as he stood there before me, looking much like his childhood self when he had died at the hands of humans. In his hands sat a glowing soul, one that had been grown off of my own during the fight. It glowed bright red, a human soul of determination magic.
Asriel stood there with tears in his eyes, the overwhelming emotion I knew had overcome him. Why had I done that? He was no longer going to be a flower? Thrilled with the idea of being able to live once more now that he obtained a soul, yet fearful of the damage my soul took from him.
Fearing that I would die.
"It's my way… of trying to save everyone…" My legs felt numb below me, but I could barely move my boney right arm to touch his face. Asriel sobbed, leaning into the touch as he watched my soul crack even more. "Don't blame… yourself…"
"Angel!" He reached out for me as I couldn't hold myself up anymore. Everything hurt. There was a reason we were told never to give into our deepest desires with determination magic or use to its full power unless you were prepared to die.
We were always told we wouldn't survive.
Asriel and Frisk cried above me, trying to get me to move, but as the seconds ticked by, their voices faded from me. I couldn't hear them any longer. My eyes glanced past the two of them to the world above. There were cracks in the ceiling of this room in the mountains. Through them I could see the glittering light of the sun as it peaked through. It was more rosy gold at those moments, which made me think it was the end of a day.
What a fitting end…
Witch's Note:
Opps?
Uh… I did a thing?
Mystic Girl: You did… a thing? Are you friggin kidding me woman?! You're killing off Angel?!
Me: Woah there! Hold your horses Mystic! (I leapt out of the way while she came over swinging at me with the new knife set she'd acquired somehow…) You don't know yet if I killed her off! Besides, she's one of the two main characters! Why would I do that?
Mystic Girl: I don't know! But I wouldn't put it past you after all the stuff that you've done already to BOTH Frisk and Angel.
Me: But you know what happens where the readers don't yet, so why are you getting mad? You know what happens.
(Mystic Girl pauses at my words, thinks very carefully about what I said before she slowly lowered her arms and scowled at me.)
Mystic Girl: Fine, but no more killing off characters, alright?
Me: No promises. You know that we have other stuff like this set up in book two right? You even know who's getting the x and who's not.
(With an exasperated sigh, I was left alone while a frustrated Mystic Girl huffed out of the room with a monstrous stomp to her steps.)
Me: Anyway, let's move onto reviews before anything else happens!
Shadow8Phantom: How right you are Shadow! I am actually aware of those characters vaguely, seen some clips and pieces about them that fans have created, but nothing too serious. But I felt it kinda appropriate how everyone got those special moments with Frisk but Ra didn't. In fact, that moment right before everything happened with Flower/Asriel actually was the first moment that Frisk would have met him. Bummer, but true.
Dasansi: Uh…. Copycat moment? I feel like you're traveling a bit closer to the game then our version of the story, but I always did love those quotes! You, my dear, are copying our lovely Sans, aren't you?
Thechaosmaster: Hehe! Sorry Chaos, couldn't help it! Being a sucker for romance, I know the last two chapters are really going to attract you in, so I can't WAIT to see your reaction to them. So, be honest to me, okay?
But yet, brave and stupid can be different sides of the same coin depending on the circumstance. And yes, it was kind of a spontaneous idea, but it seemed to fit with the king being as lonely as he was and trying to save even one of his children where he couldn't before.
Ooooo! Gotta love fun between Undyne and the skele-bros! So their all having fun conversations right now. I guess the question you first need to figure out is what do you want to happen next? Do you want to accomplish any other task or information getting talked about, leaked, or something of that nature before you end the chapter? Think about that, and once you know what you want to happen next, then plan how to do so. It often helps me. In the past I used to do bullet points of all the things that had to be covered before the chapter was over… XD
Yeah, Deltarune has its own set of rules to it that are so vastly different then this one. Once we get the entire game out, I was debating on a story for it, but I'm not sure yet. It depends on what happens. I can't know for sure how much I would be copying or doing something entirely different like what I'm doing now.
(Mystic Girl glares at me from where she was just finishing eating some lovely pieces of chocolate.) You're planning on writing another story?
Me: Uh… not right now? I have a lot on my plate, and a lot of stories open for the time being. Plus… even if I wanted to, I have to run it by you, remember?
(She pauses over this for a few moments before she slowly nods, approving my words before steps away, but not before shouting over her shoulder.)
Mystic Girl: Have you finished that next chapter yet?
Me: Yikes, I gotta get back to work…
Commander: Well… now that you mention it…
(Mystic Girl was currently grabbed onto a foundation wall, holding on for dear life as I tried to drag her to her computer with the game set up on it.) NO! Just from the name alone I know its going to screw me! I'm not playing that game!
Me: I bet you boyfriend warned you about it! Didn't he?
Mystic Girl: So what if he did?! You can't make me play it!
Me: Oh yeah?!
(Thus, the tugging of war continued in my effort to do as the readers wished and against her wishes. This might take a while…)
Me: But its okay if you want to hold off on saying anything else story related. We can chat too! No worries, Commander!
Not A Shady Guy: Yeah… how about this one?
MysticBoywastaken: So, some stuff you noted you will see, my friend, and others you won't. This is my own rendition of how I envisioned the game to be. But is this a true pacifist ending? You tell me? Kinda killing my character over here.
But as for Chara, I will say that she is mentioned a lot more in certain spots in the second book, but that's the only hint I'll give for now. Don't want to ruin what I've set up now!
RoseCentury: What polish colors do you use to tell them apart? Awe! The girls like their daddy! Are the boys little momma's boys? Oh I hope we get to hear more about them as time goes on! So good to hear their sleeping through the night!
Alright, chapter eighty-nine is done! Three chapters left! Yikes! Were closing in on the end of the story! Make sure get to those ideas in soon! After talking it over with Mystic, since things have been busy as hell and with my surgery coming up, I'm going to hold off posting the side story we have planned until after I recover a little bit. I hope that okay everyone.
But still, love you all and see you next week! Oh this is gonna be fun! This ride isn't over yet!
Halloween Witch and Mystic Girl
