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Within the resounding labyrinth of land that was Valhalla, many warriors roamed yet none were ever visible to Lightning’s eyes. It was as though Etro was shielding them away from her, as though she would judge them harshly for whatever they had done. The pink-haired woman did not know why Etro seemed to mistrust her so, yet she did not question it. Wasn’t she used to the solitude?
She was.
She had long since gotten used to the solitude; with Valhalla passed no time, yet it always seemed to be moving forward for her. How long had she been here, in a single moment and having to see the same things over and over again? She had forgotten it. It had become an endless cycle now.
She was used to it. She felt no pain in Valhalla.
Only a shallow remnant of it.
0o0
At times, she would walk. She would keep forward, seeing the same terrain and surroundings as she trekked. She would hear noises; clashes of sword and metal, cheering and sound of victory and the yell for alcohol. She could hear everything, but she couldn’t see them. The only people she saw were the hallow warrior shells that also guarded Valhalla. They never looked at her, only staring onward with their dull eyes and puppet-like bodies were stiff.
They would stand, motionless, and stare on at the nothingness that would expand before them. Often, Lightning found herself going nowhere and she would turn around to go back to her post-
Within moments, she would be there.
Her hours long treks would always result in the same disappointed feeling of trapped.
0o0
She would hear yells. Yells to a boy. Who? She never knew. She couldn’t see most things. Only stood by Etro’s throne and waited. She never would be able to leave the throne. She missed- She missed-
She missed Serah. She missed her sister. Memories would blur together and sometimes, Etro would just look at her with pity. Memories and feelings blurred and made disgusting imagery of hearts and death. Images of a couple laying strewn across the floor, bodies torn off and one alive- Pink hair. Serah. Serah would live.
Her memories would hurt her, but in the world of Valhalla where time was infinite, she rather take any memory she had than no memory at all.
0o0
The only times she was able to leave her throne was to fight. Ever since Caius had appeared, Lightning finally regained life. How long had he been living? Far more than her, that is for sure. He was uncontrolled Destruction. He walked, infuriating smirk upon his face and it gave her reason to burn and flare again.
It gave her reason to strike and fight, gave her reason to use Odin again and to engage in combat with someone else that was human. She wasn’t alone when Caius came to attack, and she almost hoped that he would stay with her forever. He was the only company she had.
She hated him.
0o0
She would imagine it, feel it underneath her fingers. Hands would clasp around the slightly tan skin of the guardian of Chaos before her, squeezing and she would listen to him breathe and watch him claw at her hands. She wanted him to suffer- to suffer and burn, yet the suffocation would only dampen him.
She would move to her blade and pose it at his heart, and, without giving him much chance to retaliate, she would drive it into his chest. It would squelch and ooze, clinking and cracking being heard as the delicate shell of his chaotic heart covering his actual one would break and reveal the tender muscle.
It beat before she drove her blade into him, and a part of her shrieked with glee at the dream of killing Caius.
She hated him with all her heart.
0o0
It would be easy to kill Etro herself; she knew it well. Etro never made it so that she could never hurt her; only made it so that Lightning was strong enough to fight anything that dared impose her. She trusted Lightning. Trusted her guardian of Etro. Trusted her to not turn around and backstab her. But it would be nice-
Nice. It would be nice to end it already. She was tired. It hurt and she wanted to go away. Maybe Etro truly was better off dead? She imagined it- imagined slitting her throat or shoving it somewhere within her body.
Imagined taking her time and ending it, and making her feel the hurt that Lightning felt being in Valhalla for- for who knew. Who knew. But she would make Etro pay, she would.
She only wished she remembered.
0o0
It was beginning to get easier and easier to forget. She had gotten into cold sweats when she realised that she couldn’t even remember the name of her own sister and the man that she was supposed to marry. She couldn’t even remember her time on Gran Pulse or Cocoon; and it was a miracle she even remembered their names.
She was losing it. Valhalla was getting to her, making her a mere shell.
Soon, she would be like those other warriors.
0o0
In Valhalla, time did not move.
In her mind, it always advanced.
She missed … she missed someone.
She was so tired. Maybe she wanted to die? No, sleeping sounded good.
Can’t rest.
Valhalla lets no time move.
But she was so tired.
Maybe-
0o0
She finally remembered. Saw her again, saw her sister, saw how she seemed to miss her so much and how distressed she was.
She would become a crystal and never again would she forget.
She hated everyone.
She only wanted Serah.