Madness in a Cadenza

[Kaze]

The blaster barrel forced his head down, and trailed his forehead. "Bretonia." She said pushing the blaster against "Will." The energy hummed seriously against his skull. "Prevail." The closing chapter of a story. Of his story.

The hum slowly bowed to silence and the barrel stopped pressing against his forehead. For some seconds he thought death had come. "While it has monsters willing to do anything for it." He looked up and saw her for what she was. A Queen. A Monster. A Reaver. "And a monster knows very well his place." She holstered the gun and looked at him. "Your plans, you machinations were what brought you closer to the edge. For you like it. You enjoyed it." She turned her back and walked back to the harpsichord. She removed the glove from her bionic hand.

She again sat on the small stool and started to caress the keynotes. That bionic hand softly touched them, eerily human-like. And she once again started to play it. Now, a piece that Hall knew only those of royal blood could play from start to finish. And she played. The sound filled the room, mixed with sadness, madness and dark hope, the feelings were brought forth with which note.

A woman akin to his very own special piece of darkness was there, playing her heart, playing her very own soul. And she played on, without rest, in pain. All for the beauty that emanated from that harpsichord. Until it ended. She then turned around to Hall.

"I will kill you Hall. But not today. Today.. And tomorrow, you have use to Bretonia. You will do your best, strumming to the lines I write. You opened the Pandora Box and I was brought forth. No matter what you think, no matter what you do, the monster you released is bigger than you." She rose up from the seat and walked towards Hall, and tapped her temple. "I know you watched me all this time, through blood and death. Through the path I have cleaved. And now it is time for me to watch you." The bionic hand was scorched, a testament of what she went through in Leeds. "Slowly, you will remove yourself from power. For Bretonia only has space for one monster in the shadows. Two are too much, and they work against each other. For that is our nature. Deny it, and I will show you true torture. Accept, and you will live to see Bretonia free." The bionic hand balled into a fist. The titanium hammer of doom, with the individual rotors begging for release. "There and then, the girl you see before you will show you that she was never a girl. But Izanami." The demon was there, fiery, devoted, dedicated and uncompromising. To stand in her path is to court death. And death was inviting. And waiting.

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