Contracts to False Stars

by L'alouette.blanche

In a world where people gain the power of gods in exchange for their souls, where stars fall with their deaths, where Dolls look but do not see, something has fallen from the false sky. And so the Race Begins. Multiple pairings: PruHun,RussiaxUS,GerIta..

4. The Hunter

Ludwig sat on the small cot, the only piece of furniture in his apartment, with the pieces of his revolver spread out around him. He polished each piece, turning them over to catch the light, each one reflecting his ice blue eyes, and replaced them in the same spot on the bed. He had drawn the curtains closed so he wouldn't have to look up at the false stars. Each one seemed a personal insult to him, each one a jeering face.

They used to be our stars, back when there was a moon. We would sit up at night, after hauling our telescope onto the roof, and you would point out every constellation. They always seemed so permanent, so much bigger than ourselves. But what now? What does it mean when you can kill a star? He finished clicking all the parts back in place and used the butt of the gun to push back the curtains, hoping to see one fall. A flash of red light caught his eye as it shot towards the outline of the city.

I will find you. I will shoot down every star in this sky until I find you. And once I do, yours will fall straight down past the Gate, straight down to Hell.