A/N: I haven’t mentioned this before, but you should know. The deceased, important characters in my story are: Eternity, Adda, Esmeralda, Tokkul.
Eternity’s body disintegrated, like Tokkul’s. It disintegrates when someone accepts their death willingly. Adda was too surprised, and surely didn’t expect it, so it’s clearly not an accepted death. Esmeralda wouldn’t have accepted so easily… So just to have that cleared up. Sorry for missing out on that. Enjoy.
“Sephiroth,” Astraia whispered under her breath, rising slowly and steadily to her feet. Her eyes were bottomless pits of gray. Dark, purple circles framed her eyes, and her lips were pressed into a tight line. Astraia let her eyes linger on each individual in the room, and they landed fatefully into Vincent’s. To her surprise, there was a morsel of sadness in his expression, and he had backed down from his attacks. Alaric, Lily and Amara stood tranquilly behind him, probably awaiting orders.
“Kill them all,” Astraia concluded. “Sephiroth, I want you to kill them all right now.”
Her heart string had snapped. A faint red glow appeared outlined her figure, emanating a dark and menacing aura.
“Be reasonable,” Sephiroth calmed quietly. Astraia didn’t miss the little alarmed look he had given to Lily.
“You have the power to erase these filthy creatures,” Astraia said quietly. “Queen Terentia granted the power for a reason. These things deserve death!”
Trinity rushed to her side, to which Astraia responded with a push. “Trinity, you’re a demon too, aren’t you?”
Vincent frowned. “The princess has lost it, hasn’t she?”
“SEPHIROTH!” Astraia finally released her agony. “They killed our parents! Why are you standing here…. So calmly!?”
Sephiroth flinched at her furiousness. Her aura was terrifying, even to him. Amara was perfectly composed as she stepped forward. “I submitted myself to this fate when I attempted to kill Lady Esmeralda. I accept your punishment, Princess Astraia.”
“Get back,” Vincent ordered curtly. Amara hesitantly glanced from her King to the princess, and stood exactly half the distance from each. Sephiroth gently shook his head, and Amara gulped before stepping behind Vincent once more. Vincent turned on his heel, towards the open door. Astraia stuck her palm out at the door, and it shut instantly.
“I’m counting on you three,” Vincent glanced over his shoulder at the Havenwoods and Alaric. “Finish them.”
“Yes, your Highness,” the three responded coolly and almost robotically. Astraia’s nostrils flared, and a short tremor caused by her aura slightly shook the ground.
“Where’s Alcander?” Astraia demanded. Her question was mainly directed to Trinity and Adley.
“He disappeared, having said he ‘had something important to do’. We don’t know where he went,” It was Alaric who had answered. Had it been a few days ago when Astraia heard his voice after so long, her heart would have raced. But now, the blood in her veins boiled. Vincent smirked slightly, dematerializing gradually. Astraia shot three rays of pale blue light at his body. Alaric repelled two of them with a quick barrier, while the third shot through Vincent’s shoulder. His figure returned, and he turned around slowly, with blood almost as black as darkness spilling out from the wound.
“You’ve got some nerve,” his voice was low and deep. His pupil-less eyes were finally absolutely serious.
“I should be saying that,” Astraia muttered. Her voice had a strange echo, which intensified her strong emotions. She was still confused to why he wasn’t worried about being in complete exposure to Sephiroth, the person who could erase him as quickly as he could blink.
“This young Spirit is not impulsive,” Vincent apparently read her mind, “He will not release the light with Trinity in the room. Unlike you, who’s completely lost herself.”
“Father,” Alaric growled, “You’re pushing her too far.”
“He’s absolutely correct, though,” Sephiroth whispered hesitantly. “Don’t be blinded, Astraia. It wasn’t the King’s fault.”
Astraia stared from Vincent to Alaric, and let her intense gaze fall upon her brother. “What are you saying?"
“Father let himself be killed,” Sephiroth shouted across the room. “And Mother wasn’t as good a person as you think, Astraia!”
“Enough,” Alaric cut off quickly.
“I’m already aware of what kind of person she was!” Astraia clenched her fists. Her words were directed to both Alaric and Sephiroth.
“Trinity, Adley,” Sephiroth said quietly, “I want you to leave this room, now.”
Trinity opened her mouth to protest, before a black snake-like vine wrapped itself around her body. It tightened its hold, and she gasped for air. She felt herself being lifted into the air, and could see the blurry face of Vincent beside her. Adley growled under his breath, but knew it was irrational to attack at the moment.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” Vincent countered calmly. Sephiroth smiled and asked, “Do you still intend to kill my sister and I?”
Vincent rolled his eyes, “Yes. You are threats. Especially you, Sephiroth Spirit.”
Astraia stepped protectively in front of her brother. Her aura had returned to its natural intensity, with just a slight hint of fury.
“Lilliana, Amara,” Vincent tossed Trinity’s body to the wall. “Take her away from here.”
Amara and Lily wordlessly carried Trinity over their shoulders, vanishing through the window which had conveniently been opened for them by Vincent. Astraia narrowed her eyes. He intended to scatter the demons by sending them to different places so Sephiroth could not erase them all at once. And he had predicted that Adley would follow his beloved, leaving the Spirit siblings on their own with Alaric and Vincent.
“Alaric.” Vincent only had to utter his son’s name. Alaric almost instantaneously vanished from his initial location. Astraia followed the light blue blurs left behind by his speedy movement towards her, and grabbed Sephiroth’s arm and pulled to the side just in time to dodge Alaric’s attack.
Astraia remembered her resolve to kill Alaric herself, and withdrew a dagger from her waist pocket. She slashed it across his chest, but he moved backwards. She fell forward with the muscle she had put into the slash. Alaric grabbed the top of her arms, and threw her against the window. Sephiroth lunged forward to save her, only to be attacked by Vincent and recoil back to his initial location. Astraia felt a gasp evade her lips when she felt no ground beneath her, and only the wind against her back.
She was falling… She wouldn’t die, but it would be painful. The sky above her was clear blue and cloudless. It almost calmed her heart. She shook away the thoughts of pain, and tried to steady herself so she could have a clear view of where she was falling. The gardens. If only she could cushion her fall somehow… Alaric appeared in her vision, staring right at her from the rich green grass. He opened his arms for her to fall in, and she felt her boiling blood reach a point where she could hold her thirst for his life no longer. The dagger from before was still in her hand.
With that, she gave him a fake smile as she fell towards him, with her hand clenched tightly over the hilt of her dagger.
If she killed him successfully, she would treasure the dagger forever.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This is the fourth last chapter. ^_^