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"...Why... Why did this have to happen to you...?"
Kris sat by the bedside of his dear friend's hospital cot. His head hung low and his eyes darkened by a shadow of remorse...
"I can't believe... it's already been a year since I found you..." The man muttered to himself, having no one who could hear him, his words fell upon the deaf ears of Y/n who lied unresponsive in the bed.
The heart monitor beeps reached his ears... at least he had some sort of sense that she was alive.
"I found you... like this... in your own house..."
𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢... ℑ 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬... 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲...
He scooted closer to the cot... brushing her h/c hair out of her face, caressing her now sickly pale skin. Her beautiful and shiny skin tone had been reduced to... this. Her shimmering hair that was once healthy and luscious... was now dim, like a flame burned out.
It upset him greatly.
But still... she looked beautiful... even lying in what would soon be her coffin. Wrapping up like a mummy in the silky sheets... Kris had Y/n's body moved to the best room in the hospital so that she'd be comfortable.
He says "body" because... it's likely they're going to declared her deceased in due time...
But he wouldn't dare to ever give up on her... His dear "friend."
Y/n's parents had lost hope... or so they claimed. But he knew... he knew better.
He knew everything about her after all. Everything.
From her birthday and music tastes... to what she did with her paychecks as they came in.
He knew exactly what her address was... though she never told him.
He knew her license plate number. He knew everything she liked... and everything she hated.
He knew all of her friends and acquaintances and their relationship with her... whether they liked her, hated her, or even if they... loved her.
So he knew... Kris knew that her parents didn't really care. They just gave up on their own... incredible and beautiful daughter. The one who was supposed to see them to their own graves.
But he did... he did.
Kris laughed slightly, shaking his head... "See Y/n...? I brought you your favorite flowers... don't they smell nice?" The man knew he would not be getting an answer... but that didn't stop him from asking the question.
He took a flora from the vase and brought it up to his nose, "Ahh..." he breathed a sigh, taking in the fragrance. The scent of red dahlias.
"Smells... it smells just like you, Y/n..." He laughed, "It's like... it's like you're here still..."
"You're here... in my arms... like I've always dreamed... like I've always imagined you'd be."
Kris cupped her face with his palm, "We're here together... alone together- like I've always wanted..." his whispered, tears falling from his eyes... silently begging her to answer him back.
But no answer would come.
"Of course..." He sighed, "Everything I do now... is useless..."
"All my efforts gone to waste... tossed into an inferno along with my heart.."
He buried his head into the sheets of her bed, "I've done so much... I've done all that I could..."
Kris stood up... bringing his face closer to her, taking her face into his hands... His heart thumped in his chest, his eyes were fixed on her sleeping form. Even in a coma... She looked perfect. Like a preserved piece of priceless art.
His love for her was greater than anyone could ever imagine, even himself... No, not love.
This was Obsession.
Infatuation.
That's what this was... but yet he seemed pretty self-aware. He looked down at her face, a glint in his eyes... it was dangerous.
A fiery gaze to match the state of his mind... burning with thoughts of her.
Kris was so far gone... people had told him, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but her. Nothing else in the world mattered as much as she did.
"Ah... longing for a lost one, I see?"
Kris snapped his head around in shock... he didn't think anyone would even come to this room anymore. But yet... There stood a man. A man with long blonde hair and green eyes... and a smile on his face.
"Who the hell are you?!" Kris exclaimed.
The man kept his grin, "Well, Kris... I am someone who understands you. Greatly." the man explained.
"What are you talking about...?"
"Don't you see? You've lost the one you cherished most. As have I." The man spoke with a nod, "I am someone who can help you reunite with Y/n. The woman you love greatly."
Kris froze... finally listening in. "You- what?!"
"Tell me...! Tell me right fucking now!!" Kris shouted, grabbing the blonde man by his shirt.
The man removed his hands with a laugh, "You see, Kris..." his eyes averted to the sleeping girl on the hospital bed, "That body is being inhabited by a soul that is slowly... but surely dying." The blonde explained.
Kris gritted his teeth, "...Can you... can you save her...?" he asked.
"...I cannot." The blonde simply said, "But there are reasons for that."
"The Y/n you know is not dead, but rather her soul has been transferred across the barrier of this reality. In simpler words... She's in Tevyat. The reality I came from." The green-eyed man explained.
"Then..." Kris muttered, "What do I do...?"
The man smiled still as another voice spoke from beside him, a man with short blue hair and light green almost looking gray eyes that sat behind a pair of carefully crafted glasses with a chain attached that led to the shell of his ear.
"That... is where I come in."
Kris looked between the two men in front of him, confused... yet intrigued. He could possibly see Y/n again. That is what they're proposing to him...
The blue-haired man adjusted his glasses, the sunlight glimmering onto them, "So... you're saying you both can help me, right?" Kris asked.
"Exactly." the blonde replied.
"Mhm. I'm in the same boat as you... striving to be with her again. Yet... she is too far from my reach... but I will not give up. Not on her." The blue-haired man spoke with understanding.
Kris's eyes went slightly wide, "You don't mean..."
"Yes... I mean Y/n. Or the Tyrant Vampiress Y/n. But... they're technically the same person at this point."
"I've loved her in the same way you've loved this Y/n, the one who lies on the bed. So... for that reason..." He smirked, "I'm sure we'll get along just fine."
The blonde laughed slightly as he nodded his head, "So, Kris... what do you say? Are you willing to work with us?"
With no hesitations, no second thoughts whatsoever, "Yes. YES!" he exclaimed, a crazed smile contorting his face.
"Excellent!"
"Now... All it takes is a transfer of the soul which is the only hard part on our side..." The blue haired man explained, taking Kris's hand.
"Your body in this reality will die... but in exchange, you'll replace a soul in Tevyat. And then all you have to do... is find her."
The man smirked, "However... it comes with a price, Kris."
"You must assist me in reuniting with my beloved..." The blonde spoke, crossing his arms, "And aside from that... you must retrieve something from the man you know as Dainslief."
Kris put his hand to his chin... "From Dainslief...?" he asked, to which the blonde nodded.
"If you manage at least that single task... you'll be at her side forevermore."
The blue-haired man stood in front of him, "So... you're sure about making this deal? Once you step down this path... there is no turning back..." he warned, a stern look in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter." Kris answered, narrowing his eyes. "I must do this... I must be at her side."
The man in the glasses nodded with an understanding smile. The blonde began to speak again, "Very well... You'll start in Snezhnaya... I hope you don't mind being in the cold for a while, as your soul will need time to adjust to the new body..."
Kris looked back and forth, the crazed look of infatuation still ever-present, "Okay then... let's get this thing going, shall we?"
𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦...
⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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Soul Switch Completed! ( • - • )
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Kris shot up... a sharp gasp leaving his mouth.
The biting cold air hit his skin like a punch, making him shiver... looking around he saw that he was surrounded by only snow and trees...
But a few yards away from him... there was the opening of the forest. Leading towards a small town or village from what he could see...
He was shaking uncontrollably in the harsh blizzard. Deciding that he shouldn't just sit there and freeze, Kris stood up from the snow-covered ground and managed to stumble his way out of the frost-covered forest... and into what seemed like a fantasy town...
A woman suddenly appeared to him... walking up and looking frantic.
"Lord Faust...?"
Confused, Kris spoke, "Who...Who are... you...?" He managed to mutter out only a few words... before fainting from the frigid weather.
"L-Lord Faust!!"
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"Lord Faust... Thank goodness you're alright." The woman spoke, placing a hot towel onto Kris's forehead, "How is your head injury?" she asked.
Kris didn't answer, but rather just lied there confused.
"...Are you aware that you've been missing for two weeks, Lord Faust?" The woman asked.
"Who is... Lord Faust?" He asked.
The woman sighed, "That is you." she answered simply. "You've sustained a head injury... which may explain why you can't recall anything..."
She backed up from his resting cot, taking her long skirt of her maid's uniform and curtsying, "My name is Avora and I am your head maid."
Avora then explains to Kris... now known as Faust, that he is The Duke and Head Priest of the Snezhnayan Church, working directly under the Fatui and the Tsaritsa.
And after that... she excused herself to let Kris think about everything. Leaving to prepare him dinner... letting him sit alone with his thoughts.
The man smirked, laughing to himself... "So sorry, Faust... but this is my life now..."
"...I wonder if it was a random thing or... was it meant for me to take his place...? It had to be with intention right?" He shook his head. "Either way... doesn't matter."
Faust stood up from the bed glancing around, "I wonder... What do I look like?" he muttered to himself, walking up slowly to the mirror in the room.
"Wait a minute..." He looked at himself, recognizing the appearance almost instantly...
Faust was the blue haired man who appeared in Y/n's hospital room... one of them at least. The one who spoke of his obsession with the original Queen Y/n. The Tyrant.
It was beginning to make sense...
On the plus side... he did look rather handsome, He couldn't believe this was now his face. He was even more surprised that he landed into the body of a person of great influence.
"It's perfect...! I'm sure Y/n will appreciate this new look... she'll love it. I know she will..."
This... this could possibly make things ten times easier...!
Faust took a few breaths of triumph... before placing himself back onto the bed so that he wouldn't worry the Head Maid named "Avora"
"Sorry for the wait, Lord Faust."
Speak of the Devil.
Faust smiles gently as Avora hands him a cup of warm tea, "Thank you very much..." he spoke. Faust blew onto the tea slightly, watching the steam flow up from the porcelain in his hands.
"Avora... if it's okay. Could I get a bit more basic information about myself...? If you have any, that is." Faust asked.
The maid nodded her head gladly, "Of course, My Lord."
"So... I believe you are- 9,200 years of age-" Avora was cut off by Faust suddenly spitting out his tea from shock.
"HUH?!"
Avora reminded herself that the man in bed had no memories... Maybe that was a bit too shocking for him. She sighed slightly, "Yes, it is true..."
"Though it makes sense. Since you are the ancient Vampire Species. However... Your Bloodline is associated with the Winter Solstice, meaning you have abilities relating back to Ice and Cryo energies." She explained.
"Your bloodline is like the incarnate of Winter... so it has been said."
Faust set his cup of tea down on the side table.
"Holy shit... what did I get myself into...?"