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“PROCEED.”
One simple word choked out from Kris’s throat. A command incomprehensible to anyone. That is, anyone other than Kris and Noelle. Oh angel. Noelle. She stood in front of Kris like a deer in head lights, shivering from the raging snow storm around her.
“Kris- I don’t want to do that- I mean really maybe we should rethink or- or run away from this?” She was scared. Horrified. The same fear she always looked at Kris- no. Not Kris. This wasn’t Kris speaking. This look wasn’t for them. This fear, this trembling horror was meant for whatever was controlling them.
Kris couldn’t stand to see her like this. The blood dripping from her hand from the ring Kris had burdened her with stained the pure white of the surrounding snow rose red. The same color as that cursed heart beating in Kris’s own chest. The red trailed closer and closer.
There was a prick on their own face too. Noelle’s frigid hands held their face close and tight to her own, and Kris wondered if she realized that the ThornRing was making them bleed too.
“Tell me you want to leave. Tell me we don’t need to fight whatever the hell that demon is and we can go home! Please-” Noelle gently wiped the blood from Kris’s face, “please,”
Shit. They felt themself loosing control again. Feeling slowly draining from their limbs. They had to act fast. Noelle wasn’t going to survive another fight, but that didn’t seem to concern the soul right now. Kris was sick of this. Sick of being controlled. Sick of hurting others. Sick of hurting Noelle. And so did they did the only thing they thought to do.
Plunged their sword through their chest. Their SOUL. Their very being.
Noelle didn’t scream at the sight. She tried, she really did, but no sound would come out.
“…Kris? No, no, wait let me-“ Kris cut her off with a smile. Not words. Not comfort. Just a smile. And a soft thud onto the snow.