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Amon was breathing hard, but he couldn't stop, not yet. With every flap of his raven black wings he stole the distance in front of him, and put it behind him.
Between them.
He had finally managed to escape after days of carefully planning. His biggest concern now was getting to his Father's side as quickly as possible.
Before he notices.
Before he can drag Amon back.
With the next flap of his wings he arrived in the Astral plane, and in he distance he can see the Corpse Cathedral steadfastly standing on the highest mountain.
With another few flaps of his wings he flew straight through the doors, crashing into his Father.
"Dad! Please, you need to help me! You need to keep me away from him!" If anyone could protect him, especially from him, it would be his Father!
Grisha was shocked at the sight of Amon rushing in and cling to him. But he was more unsettled by seeing his son's eyes starting to become red with unshed tears of terror.
He quickly guided Amon to sit on a pew while placating him. He crouched in front of him, holding his hands in support whilst waiting for him to calm down.
"What's going on my little crow? Who is causing you to be in such a state."
Amon stared at Grisha, at the worry in his eye, and couldn't hold back the first sniffle, or the tears of relief that followed. "Dad, it was terrible! It was so…so… please, please don't let him take me again! I tried so hard to escape!"
Grisha sat down next to Amon, hugging him and holding him close.
"Who is responsible Amon?"
Amon clung tightly to his father, feeling like a small child. "The Fool… he… he…"
Grisha rubbed Amon's back, waiting for him to continue.
"It started with chocolates. He… he gave me these salted chocolates with rose petals in them, said it was made with a special ingredient."
Grisha nodded to show his understanding.
"The weren't bad but had a weird aftertaste. Next, next came the normal food. It tasted good but there was something to it I couldn't figure out."
"So he gave you food and sweets? It doesn't seem too odd." Grisha finally comment.
"Yeah, until I ate something and woke up naked in Sefirah Castle. Apparently I threw up all over myself but I don't remember it. That's what he said anyways."
"I thought I'd get clothes and leave… but he wouldn't let me…"
"Amon…" Grisha sighed lightly.
"No, you have to believe me Dad! He kept forcing me to eat the weird food and dessert! He forcefully bathed me! Forced me to wear what he wanted me to! Called me his pretty little crow! Said that he'll make sure my pretty black feathers won't dull! That he'll make sure my gilded cage would never feel like a cage! That we'll be a happy family and he'd make sure I was comfortable during pregnancies! Multiple Pregnancies!"
Grisha stared wide eyed at Amon, trying to think what he could possibly be after by telling such ridiculous stories.
"You've got to help me! Please! I only got away today because he had a Tarot meeting!"
"If it's really that bad then you can always change your name to Steve and start a new life?" Grisha half-heartedly offered.
"I WILL NOT be changing my name to-"
Before Amon could continue the doors of the cathedral flew open. "My little crow? Are you here my silly little pretty birdy~"
"Myster-" Grisha had stood up and walked to the Isle in order to greet the mysterious being, only to notice the demented smile adorning their face.
It was a smile he hoped to never see that smile in real life.
The smile of a Yandere.
And feeling Amon standing behind him, Grisha realised that he was currently standing between a Yandere and the object of their affection.
Taking the most strategic, read self-preserving, action, Grisha stepped away from Amon, standing off the the side.
Amon stared on in disbelief and betrayal, his Father was supposed to protect him! "Daddy?.."
"Sorry kiddo, but I can't do anything." Grisha responded with a careless shrug.
Amon's non-existing heart dropped to the floor, nearly causing him to fall to the ground as well if a certain Fool didn't catch him.
"Careful my little crow, you almost got hurt just now! This is why you shouldn't leave our home alone~"
Amon wanted to start crying again, could feel his eyes burning with the gathering of tears. Just when he thought all hope was lost, the priest's door opened.
Amon turned around to face his would be saviour, a hopeful smile on his face at seeing his brother walk into the prayer hall.
"Adam, please do not interfere." And the words spoken by Grisha shattered the budding hope.
"Father?" Adam asked curiously, all the while watching the unique interaction between Klein and Amon.
"A have no wish to lose a son tonight."
"Then what about me?!" The indignant scream came a Amon quickly turned to look at Grisha.
"You'll be fine."
Amon didn't know how to respond to that. He was absolutely not going to be fine!
Feeling that Mr Fool was starting to drag him to the entrance of the cathedral, Amon sat on the ground in defiance. Unfortunately it did nothing and Mr Fool continued to drag him along.
In a last desperate attempt, he turned his fingers to claws but the only thing that did was leaving gauges in the marble flooring.
Just as he was about to get dragged out the door he was sitting upright in his bed, breathing unnecessarily hard, and his Klein blinking blearily at him.
"…Mon, wha' going on?" The sleepy question was followed by a comically large yawn.
"Nothing… I just… had a nightmare, is all."
Klein flopped back onto the bed, before opening hours his arms as an invite for Amon to cuddle. "Wanna talk 'bout it?"
Amon's first instinct was to decline but decided against it. He layed half on top of Klein and started to share his dream as Klein absentmindedly played with his hair.
When he stopped, so did the petting. He turned to look at Klein only to see that horrid smile from the dream.
"Oh, my pretty little crow, it seems I wasn't thorough enough when erasing those memories. Seems I would need to rectify that."
Amon froze in terror like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do. It only lasted a few minutes before Klein started laughing.
It started slowly with just a giggle and quickly developed into full belly laughing. Amon couldn't help but stare at the oddly acting Mr Fool before it hit him that he had just been pranked.
"No fair Mr Fool! This is emotional manipulation! Domestic abuse!" He playful wined before stealing a pillow and hitting Klein repeatedly with it as he continued to laugh.