Author's Notes:
This fic continues from the original Hyperdimension Neptunia, as such expect some details to not line up with the Rebirth 1 version of that game.
Additionally, this fanfic assumes a Neutral Ending of that game where Blanc was present during the final fight against Arfoire.
With that said, enjoy this piece and please review!
"I hate you!" I smash another dragon's skull into less than dust.
"I hate your damn smiling face so much!" As another came to my right I simply allowed it to hit me, so I could grab his claw and tear it from its paw.
"You! Traitorous! Bitch!" I throw my axe to the other Ancient Dragon's face, hitting it square in the eyes.
I don't know why I allowed these fuckers to multiply so much, I should have just followed that damn purple bitch's advice and erased them before it got out of hand.
Another dragon comes to my right, and I don't have time to retrieve my axe.
"If you are gonna leave me behind then just vanish for once!" And with my own claws I tore through the dragon's fire breath and into its head.
Yes, this isn't about the dragons. This isn't about Neptune (As much as I hate how she's a constant reminder of her).
No, this is about Conversation, my Evangelist.
"How many of you fuckers are here?! Just come and let me crush you gals by my own hand!" This was a self serving quest, I allowed these dragons to multiply both to defy her past guidance and to have an excuse to not see another dragon in my life.
But as I continue trashing and cursing and breaking this island my Nation has claimed... It is very obvious there is no closure.
"What the fuck do you want me to tell Financier?! If you two talked like friends then go and apologize to her!" There is no longer a dragon here, I lost my axe, and the only weapons I hold are my claws I get when I become a goddess.
Claws very much like those she had when she had rejected this world.
Spiky, unwieldy claws that resemble a gauntlet yet are my very flesh and bone.
The same fucking claws that trashed me around in that final battle!
I hate it, I hate this land full of snow I once praised. Snowmen? Gathering around a chimney?
Not even a stray cat wants to be with me, and of course they don't want, who the fuck cares for a goddess who wrecks her nation over some traitorous bitch!
"You are just like Arfoire"
The words that stupid tome said are once again breaking into my ears.
"I am nothing like her! I stood my ground! Even when I was betrayed I didn't let the staff at my Basilicom perish!" I don't even know what I'm hitting right now, as I center my sight I see it's another monster, this time a Fenrir.
Arfoire, the name still felt wrong to say. I only spoke to an Arfoire once.
The one I am mourning is not the Arfoire that Neptune somehow got over in half a fucking day. The one I'm mourning is Conversation.
The same woman who taught me how to write the fiction I do today.
"My book sold fifteen copies last event! Fifteen! Are you proud now you two-faced bitch?!" She was never happy with my progress.
I never had enough, I never had half as much as Neptune!
And oh how furious I felt when I got the confirmation that Neptune had been chosen.
That purple hyperactive overachiever with dreams of heroism has it ALL!
"I DID A LONG SPEECH THE OTHER DAY! THE GUILD IS ALMOST COMPLETELY DISBANDED HERE BECAUSE OF HOW LOVED I AM!" I cried again to a dead woman.
I continued walking to the central Basilicom, not flying as Purple Heart or Black Heart usually did. I am not like them.
For one they have a fucking main road in their nations, I don't even have a single street due to how much time I lost trying to contain myself.
I continued walking, a town finally visible in the distance, and something comes to me.
Reflexively I change my posture to a more familiar one.
My legs and back curve until I seem about a quarter of my height smaller, while my right arm is poised on my front and the left one near the ground.
I hate doing this stupid pose at all, but it's the most useful.
I focus one more time and out of the bushes comes... A citizen, he looks like another kid in a green tunic going to save some princess.
Last week wasn't enough to finish his quest apparently, or it's his cousin cosplaying or some shit.
I return to my default pose, and although I really want to just bring my ire on him and everyone who so much as reminds me of Conversation, I regain my composure for long enough to finally fly away to my Basilicom.
A shitty day again, although downing 12 or so Ancient Dragons should be lauded by anyone.
Everyone here.
Agh dammit! I can't even think of anything but her!
Why?! Why can't I let go of such a useless worker?!
But a voice snapped me out of it, a voice from my blonde chamberlain.
"Lady White Heart! You shouldn't remain outside in that condition! Your injuries are open, please come here so I can start treating you..."
Someone is still complaining and lecturing me about how to live.
Someone who still thinks Conversation is doing her job for us somewhere in Planeptune.
"Fuck it, I'll go so be quiet" I reply loudly, but I remain silent on my mother's fate.
Yes, that is why I'm still mourning her.