Amalie’s steps slowed as she reached the training grounds, treading lightly against the dirt beneath her, and steadily moving towards where Johann was standing in what appeared to be a circle of ruins engraved into the ground. Once she reached him, she extended Celeste before him, hoping that this would be satisfactory for a 'container'. She didn't really have anything else she could offer him. Still, he would take the sword from her; it seemed to satisfy the need for a container as she watched him work his magic. Even though she had asked him to do this, it hadn't truly felt real until this morning. The lingering fear within her grew stronger, the knowledge that she could be dead in a matter of minutes. It was strange to think; she hadn't felt this scared for a long time. Not since Wyatt's death. Upon his command, she would step into the centre of the circle, placing her hands by her sides. She clenched her fists tightly, trying to contain herself from succumbing to the anxious feeling dwelling inside of her.Amalie, please, I’m begging you, don’t do this.
His voice was more desperate now; perhaps it had also dawned on the seal how real this was becoming, now that she was standing in the magic circle Johann had prepared. Her face was blank as she attempted to hold her resolve. The Seal began to writhe within her, as though attempting to stop her. She could feel his resistance rising as he struggled desperately to take control of her body. But this time she was prepared. With all her will, she held him back. It wasn’t easy, the nausea was creeping back through her, and she was beginning to feel faint once more. Anima, please, stop fighting.
She thought, hoping he would make this easier and heed her wishes. No, Amalie, I can’t let you do this, I won’t.
Her body would tremble slightly as she worked hard to restrain the seal; she knew that he was trying to control her speech. To call out to Mars, to tell him to stop this foolishness. But as Johann asked that final question, pointing the tip of Celeste towards her, she would meet his gaze with a steely determination. She wanted to say something to him, in case it all went wrong, and this would be the last time she ever spoke to him. To thank him for everything he'd ever done and to say that no matter what happened, she would never choose to blame him for it. But doubt seeped in; she didn’t want to say anything that may change the man’s mind. Not at this point, no, it was better off leaving it unsaid. she parted her lips, answering his question.AMALIE, NO! STOP!“Please…Remove the seal.”
Her voice was slightly strained, but her tone remained firm, which was enough confirmation for him to activate the spell. The magic circle beneath her would begin to flare up with white light. Amalie’s eyed the magical light as it would begin to bind her in place. Her heart racing as she found herself unable to move. As the magic circle appeared at the end of the sword, and Mars would make his presence known from the discolouration of Johann’s eye. And the removal of the fifth seal would begin.
Amalie’s mouth part slightly, her eyes would widen as her body began to ripple with agonising pain. It was unlike any pain she'd ever felt before; she felt like her entire body was being crushed by the immense magical pressure that surrounded her. She wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him to stop but no sound left her lips. She couldn’t make a sound. Instead, she would stand there, enduring the unbearable sensations that transgressed through her being. She felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside out, almost like someone had taken hold of her heart and was trying to tear it from her body forcibly. It may have only been a few moments, but the pain dragged on for what felt like a lifetime.
Then it seemed, Johann had found what it was he was looking for, as Amalie’s endured one final tearing sensation, and the pain would worsen to unimaginable levels. As though her very soul was being ripped into two, her body would shake as slowly, but surely the seal was pulled out of her. The light would fade from around her, and she would stand there, panting heavily as the pain faded away. Her eyes would close, as she took a moment to collect herself. Her breath slowed, and she suddenly felt very fatigued. She heard his voice, calling her name, and a weak smile would creep onto her lips. Her ice-blue eyes would open, as she looked at him. “Johann, I-“
She stopped speaking, blinking slowly, as realisation dawned on her.
Johann wasn’t standing there anymore.
In his place stood a man in his thirties, with dark brown hair, swept back with a layer of gel and eyes as black as night. He had tanned skin, and his chin was coated in a thin layer of stubble. He was wearing a familiar black biker jacket and jeans. The man wore a devilish grin, as he looked back at her with a playful stare.“Hey Baby, long time no see.”
To Johann, he would watch as her face contorted into one of true terror, she would stumble back suddenly, tripping over her own feet as she did so, only to land firmly on the ground. She would speak towards the god of Ishgar, but her gaze would not meet him, almost as though she was looking at someone else. “No.”
She whispered breathily, crawling away from the man as quickly as she could. “You’re not real, y-you can’t be. You died.”“That I did baby, all thanks to you.”
His voice was as a husky and deep as she remembered it. He would cock his head at her, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. Wyatt would walk over to her, crouching in front of her casually. “Gotta say, didn’t expect you to actually kill me Ams, pretty harsh don’t ya think”
She shook her head incredulously, as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She forgot for a moment that he wasn't real, only to answer him honestly. “I had to, You were killing me, Wyatt. I was dying!”“I was just giving you some tough love, I would’ve stopped, and you know it. But you just had to take it one step further; you were always selfish like that."
She shook her head Racking her mind as she tried to make sense of what was happening. This couldn’t be happening, Wyatt was dead, long dead. She had killed him; she had watched the life drain from his eyes after her glass had sliced him to pieces. Yet, he here was kneeling in front of her, and he looked very much alive.
Amalie could hear a ringing in the distance; it began to grow louder as she spoke. "What do you want?”“I want you to acknowledge what you are Ams, what you’ve been in denial of since the day you killed me.”
His devilish grin would fade, and his expression would grow cold, and serious. It was the same look he had worn before he beat her, all those years ago. She would shudder at the sight of it, a reflex she had thought she had gotten over. “And what’s that?”
She whispered back to him; she didn't want to hear the answer. But maybe, she could stop this if she heard it.“A good for nothing whore and a murderer.”
The ringing would grow louder; all the while she shook her head. “I-I can’t,”
She answered weakly. Even in death she couldn't help but feel scared of him. She knew he wasn’t real, but even crouching there in front of her, he was as imposing as ever. His ability to instil fear in her was as overwhelming as it had been back then. Once again, she felt like the weak little housewife, who couldn't stop her husbands from laying his heavy hand on her whenever he saw fit. She closed her eyes and shook her head. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. It was at this point. A devastating thought slipped into her mind.Unless I did die after all…
Tears would begin to stream down her cheeks, as she began to sob at the thought. Maybe removing the seal had killed her and this was the afterlife. Her eternal damnation. “Oooh that wouldn’t that be interestin’ huh Ams? Spending eternity down here with me, I would enjoy that, if you thought living was hell, imagine what I could do to you know, for the rest of eternity.”
She said nothing, she only sobbed, unable to contain herself. “Please, no, this can’t be happening.”
The ringing would grow even louder; only it was layered know. It sounded like voices, lots of different voices all talking at once, stacked on top of each other.
“Such a waste.”... “Insolent brat.”...“Tramp.”... “Thief.” ...“Whore.” ~
Amalie opened her eyes, looking back at Wyatt, she let out a sudden scream as she realised he was now leaning directly over her. And this time, he had several broken shards embedded in his body, the wounds pouring with blood. Everywhere, his chest, his neck, one had even torn into his left eye socket. She would watch as the blood dripped onto her uniform, although in reality, nothing was there. “Ain’t I pretty sweetheart, A fuckin’ masterpiece you might say, your masterpiece. Look at me Amalie; you did this!”
He snarled the last part angrily, his mutilated face only a few inches from hers, she winced at the sight, shaking her head furiously, and trembling as she wept. The voices were growing more incessant, making it hard for her to focus. She could feel her sanity slipped away, her body suddenly overflowing with emotion. As though every trauma, all the sadness, all the anger, every negative emotion she had ever held back. Was washing over her and drowning her in an endless wave of emotions, she felt like she was suffocating under it.And moment by moment, it was breaking her.
Of course, Johann would see nor hear any of this. He would see only a deranged woman, crying and talking to herself. Mumbling incoherently, and whimpering. Suddenly, A voice would ring out, loud and clear, as though echoing through the surrounding area, it was soft, silky, and distinctly male. “You see what happens when you humans dabble with fate!”
He hissed angrily, “Mars, brother, please, you must rectify this.”
The Seal of Souls would pause, his voice a little softer as he continued. “You see, Amalie’s mind has always been under my care. Her life has been an endless series of hardships. She had suffered relentlessly at the hands of her fellow human, and as a result, I took it upon myself to protect her mind. I placed binds on her soul, dulling these merciless emotions you humans are so vulnerable to; Sadness, Fear, Guilt, Anger, Hate. There were all numbed by my magic, and now what you are witnessing. Is each and every one of these emotions, escalating over her entire lifespan, flooding her mind at once.”
Amalie could not hear Anima’s words; everything was being drowned out by the voices, Wyatt’s hissing hateful words angrily to her. She moved onto her knees, weeping into her hands. Her heart felt like it was breaking, over and over again. It was a sadness; she had never known before, coupled with dread and rage. Her mind was sinking into an endless pit of darkness, and no matter what she tried she couldn't claw her way out. Anima would speak once more, a sense of desperation in the seal's voice now, as once again he addressed Mars directly.“Brother, I beg you, please, return me to her at once.”
WC: 2010 | Amalie's total: 3151 | Overall Total: 4476