"What did I do?"
"What did I do?"
"What did I do?"
"What did I do?"
....
"How did I end up here....?"
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"Someone.... Please save us..."
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"Please..."
...
"Help..."
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".....help...."
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Cyrielle breathed heavily as she was dragged to where the Apostles made their decision, which was to throw them into the Pit. She no longer had the strength to resist, but she was still trying to hold onto something in her hands. The batons were hit directly on her head repeatedly along with curses, along with mocking laughter and shouts that told them to throw that bitch down The Pit.
"Regto..... Rudo....."
Cyrielle's eyes opened weakly, she lay on the ground, taking blow after blow without a single groan. What was she doing here, her memory was so fuzzy. Her weak gaze shifted to the execution machine, after a while she remembered that Rudo was cast into the Pit first. Ah yes.... Right.... She was stabbed by a masked killer, in her arms was a dying Regto, trying to tell her to take Rudo and run. What did Regto say at that time, it's hard to remember in this state.... The image of Regto with a sword through his chest brought tears to Cyrielle's eyes, their foster father trying to hold her hand with all his might. Desperately begging for Cyrielle to live, trying to hold on to her to keep her alive until help arrived.
"Go....change this.....sack o' crap world....."
Change...? How can she and Rudo change this world when they are powerless, unable to fight the fate..... Just how....
As Cyrielle's consciousness slowly returned, the Apostles started dragging her as they couldn't pull the thing she was holding onto. The thing... The umbrella that Regto gave her.... Luckily it wasn't broken at all.... Cyrielle gently tapped it with her tremble fingers, humming some kind of broken melody. They began to hang her over the edge of the cliff, the cheers of the people growing louder as she was pulled higher.
The bandages wrapped around the wounds on Cyrielle's arms began to unravel and fall off, revealing her horrible wounds, always throbbing and painful, but it seemed that the physical pain was nothing to Cyrielle at this point. Even if it was just a glimpse, she saw the masked figure who had killed Regto, her eyes widened at the sight of him. She wanted to kill him, kill everyone who had abused her, kill those flithy rats with her own hands until she died.
"Hah... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....."
Cyrielle laughed out loud bitterly and with satisfaction as she was dropped down the Pit, she thought it wasn't so bad to laugh like that. The people gradually went out of her sight as she fell freely down, she still laughed. Laughed because she was finally free, cried because she was helpless and couldn't do anything. At least she still had the chance to laugh at them for not being able to have their own opinions and just blindly believing in the words of others. Cyrielle gritted her teeth as her consciousness once again became hazy, she only hoped that Rudo would survive, her brother was a fighter and she believed that he would avenge her and Regto. Warm tears continuously flowed along with sobs and bitter laughter that gradually faded into the darkness below the floating island. Cyrielle slowly closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness as it felt like a cold embrace was embracing her.
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"Do you wish to take revenge on them?"
"..."
"Do you?"
"Yes...."
"Then.....allow me to help. Anyway, we have nowhere to go but forward.... (Teehee)~"
"So sleep tight my dear ♪~"
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Darkness embraced Cyrielle like a friend, cold, lonely, yet so peaceful. She could hear Regto's laughter or Rudo's grumbling in her head as they sat eating soup and sharing some bread together, a warm moment she would always remember. She fell deeper into a dream when she no longer felt any pain....
Farewell, Cyrielle....