Italics = Thought

I do not own Fire Emblem.

Cross published on A03

Lilith's voice was dying. Her throat was dry and hurting. Blood slowly trickled from her knuckles, and her usually cheerful golden eyes were near blind with tears. She tried to teleport out again, but it, predictably, failed.

She struggled against the lid of the coffin. But no matter how hard she pushed, the lid did not budge an inch. She pounded on it with all her strength, ignoring the spikes of pain that shot up her hand and arm. But nothing worked.

Please. She pleaded. Let me out! I-I'm scared b-brother…p-papa….!

She hadn't ever begged her father for help, she never had to, and never believed that he would actually listen. Her brother on the other hand, she could trust to help her. To keep her safe.

Corrin will save me. She told herself. Big brother will come and get me. All will be okay.

Please let things be okay….

Whether through chance or divine providence, her prayer was soon answered.

A yawning creak filled her ears, made all the louder by her proximity to it. Light bled in, and hit her in the eyes.

Air, fresh and invigorating flooded into the coffin. Lilith took a series of deep breaths, drinking it in as though it was water. It was cold and oh so welcoming.

A hand pulled her free from the gloom, and the figure helped steadied her. Her eyes hadn't adjusted back to normal.

"Who…"

"Don't you recognise me?" The figure said. His voice was warm and kind, and laced with good humour. "I'm almost insulted."

Lilith rubbed her eyes and stared at her rescuer, a genuine smile on her face. "Hey Silas."

"Hello Lily." Silas grinned, and offered her a hand. "Let's get you out of here. Hm?"

The dragon girl was about to agree, but then she turned to look back at the tomb.

The coffin lid was still where Silas left it. The skull's empty eyes stared, almost pleadingly at her to be returned to the darkness.

Lilith's eyes begged him to help her put the lid back into place. It took the knight a moment to catch on, and he nodded.

Anankos had desecrated the former King's tomb. He had used his own daughter to do it. They had to do the right thing. They had put him back to eternal rest.

She needed to.

The dead were owed that much, at least.

Whatever remained of Sumeragi raised an eyebrow at the sight unloading before him, and drummed his fingers on the hilt of his wicked looking katana. His smirk had faded into a mild, surprised scowl.

"…How in the world..?" He murmured in dull curiosity, mostly to himself. He glanced at the brats' servants, both wearing the same, half terrified, half concerned expression on their faces. It betrayed one thing:

This wasn't planned. They had no idea he could do this.

A sickly purple light shot out from all over Corrin's body, illuminating the crumbling ruin, and soon, it ripped him apart. The horrific sound of bones rearranging themselves filled the dank prison air, and once the light faded, it revealed a strange, stag horned dragon. Its antler like horns barely scraped the roof, and large talons took the place of his feet and hands. Perhaps most impressive were the magnificent set of wings that had sprouted from his back.

His unnervingly eyeless face turned its attention to Sumeragi. Its jaw curved into a sneer, and a grating, thoroughly reptilian noise left its throat.

It took the former King of Hoshido a full ten seconds to realise that Corrin was laughing.

"Tch. Fine." He growled, drawing his blade. "It appears I must carve respect into you. Oh well. My master will care little."

Felicia and Jakob ducked into a cell, as their now draconic master barrelled toward his stepfather. Corrin tilted his antlers forward, and tried to gore the former King on them. The man, far more spritely than Corrin was expecting, vaulting onto the Princes back. The Prince kept moving forward, to try and throw off the man's balance, but nothing was working, so much so that Sumeragi could thrust his katana into the boys back.

Corrin let out a yowl, loud and animalistic, and whipped his tail around the Champions throat. He squeezed tight, and tossed him forward. He lost grip of his sword, which was sent clattering aside.

Sumeragi ran a finger over his pounding throat, and let out a harsh cough. He stood tall, and stared the dragon down.

"Boy!" He managed, his voice raw. "You'll pay for that!"

Corrin's talon shot forward, and wrapped itself around the dead King. Corrin lent in close, and let out a thunderous, deafening roar, and started to squeeze. Sumeragi struggled against his grip, but the Dragon Prince ignored it and kept crushing.

And crushing.

And crushing.

Soon enough, all that was left of Sumeragi was a bloody pulp that filled a suit of Hoshidian armour.

The two servants crept out from the cell, and walked over to their master.

Corrin caught sight of them, and lowered his head, making a vague gesture for Jakob and Felicia to get onto his back. Jakob went first, and, ever the loyal servant (and ever the gentleman. Let it never be said his parents didn't impress politeness onto him) assisted Felicia on her climb up.

His companions secure, Corrin stalked forth, sniffing the air for signs of outside. He found it in long corridor. He shook his head to clear it, and charged forward. The moment he met with sky above him, he took to it, wings acting seemingly on instinct. Felicia kept a strong grip on Jakob, and refused to look down. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant experience for Jakob. (Although later, both would deny that it ever happened.)

All across the ruined city, from the arena to the slums, the Havenites turned their gazes skyward, and watching a silver streak claim the sky as his kingdom. He let out a triumphant roar, and sailed toward the palace.

The final battle was imminent.

In the throne room, Anankos was once again danced around it with Mikoto in his arms. He smiled, genuine affection crept into his features.

"Your ex-husband has fallen to our son, it seems."

"Sumeragi was too proud. Too honourable. He was destined to fall."

"Oh thank g- me you can say more than 'Yes My Love'. I cannot begin to describe how annoying that was getting tedious."

"I apologise. I am myself again." Mikoto said in an apologetic tone.

"Corrin will be coming." Anankos said airily. "Arete and Sumeragi have fallen to his forces."

"I will take to the field myself, my love. Our son will fall to his rightful master." Mikoto gushed, a loving look in her eyes.

"Fantastic"

It's 2AM, and I am eating noodles. I have no idea what's going on anymore.

Anyhow, the finale of this part should be up soon hopefully.

And in response to the guest that asked about whether any of the 'royal' pairings counted as incest, they are so distantly related it is sort of a moot point at this point.

Also! I am currently writing a prequel of sorts to the Darkworlds-Verse. It's called 'A History Forged', and charts the escalation of hatred between Hoshido and Nohr, and is set over a century before the game. If that interests you, go take a look!