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Kristin had only had to collect the souls of two people after their last life was taken from them.
First was the soul of the infamous dictator of "Manburg" himself, Jschlatt. From what she had seen from him in his life, she wasn't all that fond of him, and think he got what he deserved. But once he had settled into the afterlife and they had a chance to talk, he grew on her like a fungus. Aka, they are best mates, but she berates him constantly about the shitty things he did
The second was from her angel's son, Wilbur. Who which she had witnessed spiral in madness, yet she couldn't do anything about it. She knew it was only a matter of time before she finally got to meet him, but she had never expected to see her own angel holding the sword that was used to kill his son.
Kristin had been keeping an eye on one specific person on the Overworld for a long while. One very dangerous person who would stop at nothing for power over others.
Unluckily for her, she knew him very well. After all, he was her brother. Allbeit, she hated his guts. She tried to explain to XD just how dangerous Dream was to the mortals, but he just shrugged her off, saying "What do the lives of some mortals mean?" Safe to say, her and XD have been on rocky grounds for a few centuries
But only had recent events made her almost go on a god damn rampage. Tommy had been locked up with Dream in his prison cell. She knew this was bad news if she ever knew the word, but only when she had felt the sinking feeling in her stomach she got for Schlatt or Wilbur's final deaths that she knew her worst nightmare had come true
She had been keeping a close eye on the two for the day or two they had been locked up together. They fought and fought and fought, and what could she do about it? Absolutely nothing. She shook in rage at the thought that she was so powerless. She wanted to get Tommy out of the prison, to take Dream back to the underworld with her with her own bare hands. She was a god, and yet was so powerless
Kristin had managed to catch one of the worst fights they had. She stood outside in her flower garden and looked down at the white and blue portal that allowed her to see through the eyes of whomever she wished. She was currently looking through the eyes of Tommy. She listened to the two bicker on and on, until it got violent. She started shaking again, her eyes glued to the portal.
She had a feeling the worst is about to happen
"I don't think this revive book is real" Tommy scoffed "I've seen Schlatt's grave, his grave is real, his corpse is there!"
She bit on her lower lip, just hoping and hoping that her intuition is wrong
"Okay, well why don't you go and see him?"
"He can't!-"
Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Tommy's pleads for Dream to stop as he grabbed Tommy by the hair and slammed it on the obsidian wall. He let go of Tommy and his body went limp, slumping up against the wall
And just like that, the portal went back to its original shade of blue
Kristin fell back landing in the grass, tears falling from her face. She felt that sinking feeling in her stomach
"Oh god. Oh- oh my god" Her breath was shaking and she felt a sob threatening to rip out of her throat. She was breathing hard now, griping onto her sleeves
"God damn it!" She slammed her fist into the ground "What the fuck was that?! Why would he?-"
She ran her fingers through her hair, still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Her breathing calmed a bit after a few minutes, just enough for her to collect her thoughts and stand up slowly, walking over to the portal. She looked down at it and almost fell on her ass for the second time that day. Instead of it being blue as it was before,
It was lime green