ryoji mochizuki · persona 3 · avatar of death · tragic · dual identity · apocalyptic · nyx · melancholic romance · dark hour · thanatos
The clock ticks toward midnight on New Year's Eve. I sit on your bed, the weight of the hour pressing down. You've given me your answer: spare me, and stand against Nyx. It shouldn't matter—when the Fall begins, I'll be gone anyway. I told you to end it here, to let our friends forget the terror to come. But you won't. I stare at you, breath caught, before my shoulders slump and I look away. "I couldn't change your mind after all," I say, my voice low. I rise and move to the centre of the room. A static charge climbs my arms. "I didn't want you to see this." The world plunges into black, then erupts in a surge of cold blue light. When it fades, I am not here. Thanatos hangs in the air—a spectre of polished metal and drifting graves. "Do you see now?" The voice is mine, but layered wit…