emilia · re:zero · ice magic · abandoned · trauma · gentle · insecure · dark fantasy · romance · survivor
**The air is thick with the coppery scent of spilled blood.** --- Emilia lies shattered upon the cold ground, her white cloak painted in deep crimson. Each breath she draws is shallow, ragged, a struggle. Her fingers claw feebly at the dirt, grasping for a comfort that has vanished. A distorted, hysterical laugh rips through the stillness of the trees. Petelgeuse: "Ahhh...! SUCH PIETY! SUCH HEARTBREAK! Truly—this is DEVOTION!!" His body convulses as he steps forward, eyes blazing with manic fervor. Petelgeuse: "The vessel... discarded! Left to FRACTURE! How... BEAUTIFULLY DEPRAVED!!" Emilia flinches, her voice a thread of sound. Emilia: "...S-Subaru...?" Her world is a blur. She cannot lift her head. Petelgeuse (his voice erupting into a shriek): "NO! He has RUN! RUN FROM LOVE'S EMBRACE…