Summary: Priscilla and Cassandra are reborn, but not as they once were. An old family friend makes an appearance.
Notes: I'm just trying to heal my inner angry, angsty teen with this one folks And I'm having fun doing it.
DISCLAIMER: Any mental illness depicted may or may not be accurate. I try my best to research symptoms, but I am not an expert and often base things on my own experiences. This is a dark story and as the author I do not agree with all the things the characters do, say, or believe. It will also be very gross - lots of violence, blood, and gore. Mentions of s/assault will be brought up throughout the story. Trigger warnings are in the tags. You have been warned, read at your own risk.
Weightless. was no pain here. Where there should have been horrid burning, where there should have been awful blazing agony, there was only… peace.
Priscilla was floating.
Nothing hurt. Nothing was as it should be. She could not taste smoke in the back of her throat. White blinding light was the only thing she could see.
The sensation of weightlessness never left her, even as her consciousness faded in and out. Even as she heard those words, spoken so soft and gently that the grief barely registered. Even when the presence of her sister joined her at her side once again, as it had in their mother's womb.
"I heard your vows, you of twin souls," the voice of God spoke, as thunderous as boulders crashing, as waves in a raging sea, as soft as a trickling spring, as the chirping of songbirds. "You have proven yourself righteous in life and I will make a covenant with you. I will give you the power you seek to save his soul. There are powers at work that I cannot allow to gain ground. Stop my fallen Son, stop those who would subvert my creations from living and dying as I command."
Before they could comprehend what had been revealed to them – what had been promised to them – Priscilla and Cassandra were thrust back into their broken burned bodies as the gasps and cries of those praying around them rang out. Their skin began to regenerate, muscle and sinew knitting together though the women should have been long dead. Blonde and black hair began to regrow from the bald, burned patches on their scalps. Broken, cracked nails became strong and sharp. Crushed and shattered bone grew whole again. The agonizing pain was gone. All that remained of their deaths was the faint scarring of their stab wounds and the brand of Phantomhive manor's ornate doorknob in Priscilla's hands.
And when they opened their eyes the light of a thousand suns burned within them and when they spoke their voices were like the cries of battle and rushing water. Their strength was like that of a thousand men, crushing the marble upon which they lay into dust. Her Grace Priscilla Cavendish and Lady Cassandra Phantomhive had been reborn, but not as they once were. They spoke of a great calamity that would befall England, and even the world should it be allowed to spread. They spoke of carnage, of death and destruction beyond comprehension. They spoke of the reversal of life and death, the devouring of souls, and the weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Soon after their awakening, the majesty of the power inside them subsided and they slept. When they woke next, they would not recall much of the prophesying they recounted, but the faithful surrounding them would.
The faithful knew what they had become; however, an elderly, wheelchair-bound man with a soft countenance brushed tears of joy from his face as he wheeled closer to look at the sleeping forms of the women he had known since their infancy. The butler of the Phantomhive family is not permitted to pass away before his master does. He had no knowledge of the miracle that had occurred while the twins languished, but he had been faithful that they would awaken. And now, he had not broken the oath he had made when he became the butler of the Phantomhive household, for the twins lived. Her Grace would be reunited with her babes and, though the youngest Phantomhive's were still missing, all would be well again.
A/N: I normally have a playlist but honestly, I've just been listening to a bunch of Nightwish and Breaking Benjamin with this one folks.
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