Have you tried NOT dying? | Lucathy

We Are The Freaks

Well, only for Lucas. He had no clue who she was still, and was shocked when the emperor himself showed up.

Before Athanasia could offer any excuses though, he brushed it off. It made sense, black magic is prohibited.

After everybody took a swig of the magical potion Lucas brewed up, Athanasia felt her senses slightly enhance. Everything was more vivid, and a low buzz of energy was coursing through the air.

Lucas waved his hand, signalling it was time to break and enter. Claude nodded, looking stoic as ever, before kicking down the door. Lucas strolled in casually, Claude following suit, while Athanasia picked up Jennette and headed onto the roof.

Their plan was simple. Athanasia and Jennette watch to see if anything is going wrong, and if it is, Athanasia swoops in and kicks black-magic man in the face. Simple.

Athanasia and Jennette watched from the roof as Lucas strode in confidently, Claude groaning behind him.

The man- well, since the potion removed the effect of black magic, showed the bright blonde of black magic man. Definite contrast compared to the black color his hair held before.

Claude had stiffened- words were being exchanged?

Next thing she knows, Athanasia's bursting through the window, and embedding her foot into this man's face.

He was on the ground, Sir Alpheus being held back by Lucas. Claude stepped forward menacingly, as Athanasia got a better peek at mystery man's features.

He had crystal eyes.

Only the royal family had crystal eyes.

This man, user of black magic, was royal.

Athanasia blanched- and worst, hesitated.

That hesitation was all mystery man needed. He pushed Athanasia off him and nailed her to the ground with his leg. 

Ripping the cloth off her face, Athanasia yelped and closed her eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Mystery man asked, fake-concern dripping from his voice. "Does your head hurt?"

His heel dug deeper into Athanasia's chest, pushing down on her lungs. It was getting harder to breathe.

Claude roared- from somewhere. He sounded angry. The mystery man clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

"Pity. Amaryllis, that's your name, correct?"

"So what if it is?" Athanasia spat back, ignoring the aching pain in her chest.

Lucas was murmuring in the background- she wasn't sure what, but it was definitely something.

"Open your eyes. Aren't you curious?"

The weight was off her chest- something tackled the mystery man off. Someone's hand extended towards her, and Athanasia grabbed it on instinct.

A familiar, cool metal slipped onto her wrist. Lucas's voice was coming from in front of her.

"You can open your eyes, now."

Athanasia opened one of her eyes, before opening the other. The mystery man was on the floor, cackling like a mad man.

"Oh! If I wasn't sure of your identity before, I am now!" Mystery Man was cheering, although it seemed wrong. Standing up, he brushed his clothes off and smiled. He was wearing a basic suit, although it stood out compared to his eyes and hair.

"It's nice to meet you, Athanasia. My name is Athanacius. Your father."

Claude had screeched something out, but she couldn't focus on that.

Father.

And then screaming.

Jennette- who was left on the roof- was screaming.

Claude, who was looking at Athanasia in horror, was screaming.

Lucas, who had ran to Athanasia's side, was screaming.

And, to Athanasia's surprise, Athanasia was screaming.

Anastacius was smiling sinisterly.

Because a knife had lodged it's way into Athanasia's gut.

Sir Alpheus- whom everyone had forgotten about, pulled out a knife and impaled Athanasia with it.

The red was dripping off the knife, falling onto the floor at a rapid pace. Lucas was babbling something, but Athanasia couldn't hear it.

She remembers so vividly.

Being scared of dying.

How painful snapping her neck was.

But this? 

The knife was so sharp, she didn't feel any pain at all.

Athanasia took in her surroundings.

A cheering crowd- or duo, she supposed.

Jennette's look of terror.

Claude, in his signature execution outfit, looking at her with an expression of horror.

Lucas was the only difference, but other than that?

Everything was the same.

Athanasia chuckled lowly.

"After all that effort.."

"Amaryllis- Athanasia! Stay with me! Focus on my voice!"

Everything felt so blurry.

"How ironic."

Athanasia felt her soul slip away from her, and distinctly felt her body collapse into a pile of her own blood.

She was taken to the next world. The next life.

Lucas screamed.