The Day God Broke | Levi Ackerman x OC

Chapter One: What Survived Death

AN:

Welcome to the final book of my AOT trilogy!

The Day God Broke is Book Three of Three, following A Ghost Between Us and To Marry a Monster.

This story can be read as a standalone. However, it contains major spoilers for the previous two books and will carry much more emotional weight if you read them first.

If you've been here since the beginning...

Welcome back.

One. Last. Time.

And, as always—

⛧ ⛧ ⛧

—means a timeskip.

Luce's POV:

The cigarette tasted like nothing. Pointless, but I rolled it between my teeth anyway.

Habits, apparently, survived death better than humans did.

The petrol can smacked against my knee with every step I took around my father's study. My eyes burned as I tipped it over the edge of his desk and watched petrol spill across the polished wood, soak through old papers and drip onto the rug beneath my boots.

The servants had fled after the first explosion. I'd checked the estate twice, which was unusually responsible of me.

For another minute, the room would still smell like him — sulfur and old paper and expensive wine.

Then, hopefully, nothing.

I poured more.

Over the desk where he used to sit. Over the chair where I used to stand behind while he explained, with great patience, all the ways I had disappointed him.

Across the rug he had thrown me onto.

Over the patch where he'd crouch and grab my face hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises because whatever point he was trying to make was more important than whether I could breathe.

I gave that patch a little extra.

The window behind his desk had always had the best view of the city. Technically, it still did. There was just considerably less city now.

From here, I could see Liberio—or what remained of it—burning beneath a sky choked with black smoke. Orange fire crawled through the dull, ordinary streets while angry plumes billowed above them.

Above it all, an airship cut through the haze, low and black against the burning sky.

The windows rattled as another explosion went off somewhere beyond the estate.

I kept pouring.

The cigarette bobbed once between my lips as I passed the full-length mirror Alaric kept in his study. Corvus stood in the glass beside my reflection, even though the space behind me was empty.

At first glance, she could have been my reflection.

Same height. Same face. The same pale hair falling in neat coils past her shoulders.

But Corvus wore all of it wrong. Her skin was white as bone, every trace of warmth stripped from her features, her eyes black and lightless.

She looked like me with everything living taken out.