How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The words from the ice

Anger

Rage

Disappointment..

Sadness

Shame

Disdain

Apathy

Each and every thought and emotion, every lingering promise of pain, all those callous thoughts born from the dark bleed from her hollow heart into the open world like an invisible miasma of death, making the cold in the palace walls grow all the more stronger, feeding into it, nurturing itself through the bleed of her emotions as the precious air slowly became snuffed out from existence as ice and frost took its place.

Cold colours and sharp angles were everything one could see, a land fit not for the living, but those long past, a grave where even the passing of time was not spared, frozen in place, for eternity as the cold never stopped claiming everything it touched. A grave within a grave....

It was fitting then that for someone like her to remain idle in such loveless place.

Alone....with her rage

..

..

And yet...

There was a dissonance in the air that struck an ugly cord in her barren heart.

A twist in the opposite direction that was so outrageous that was enough to snap her out of her thoughts

A gentle voice

A soft melody that could swoon the hearts of men like a promise of true love

The scowl in her visage only grew the more she heard it.

Such thing had no place within these walls

Shrouded in the darkness of her throne room the Tzaritza could not help but glare at the culprit behind such unwanted change from her brooding with an accusatory glare, though if the woman in question had taken notice she did not gave any sign of it as she sang away her tune.

For such was the nature of the Damselette....to do as she pleased, wherever she so pleased.

However..., today was different.

She felt in the way the song was chanted, how it was woven...

The woman seemingly resting over an empty table at the far end of the room as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world, her onyx black hair cascading over her shoulders like a blanket of the purest night...with only that pinkish shade at the edge of her mane to taint the purity of said darkness. Her eyes forever closed, yet that never said that she could not see beyond them...

The Cryo Archon frowned even more deeply as she finally came to realize what it really was what was been sang. Not a song as she had first thought...but a chant, one that the girl had found some sort of amusement in it.

Manically even...

"What has you seen..."

Her voice echoed through the room like a soft whisper, yet reverberated with callous force.

It was neither a question nor a request.

But a command

The angelic looking girl slowly, if barely lifted her head from its peaceful rest, tilting her head towards her direction...the act smooth yet robotically, leaving a strangeness to anyone who saw it, an unease to those who could not comprehend what they were looking at.

And though she bore her eyes concealed and tightly closed behind her see through mask...the Tzaritza was well aware that she was meeting her gaze.

Red wet lips twisted into a hollow grin that tried and failed to imitate an apologetic gesture before they parted ways at long last, and from them came a singsong voice sculpted to perfection....of youth and grace, yet one that was at its core even colder than her own hollow heart.

"A new melody rings in the air....one born from cinders and the air of a fresh start. Two corpses buried in one grave as the crimson moon shines upon them.."

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A/N

This was not what I intended and I know that this is not the massive chapter that was meant to follow the prior chapter, however seeing that its taking me too long to finish the Hilichurl bashing I decided to pick half of another chapter that I had already done as some sort of small appetizer before the real update.

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Also, now that I am at it I would like to say that "side-stories" chapters will appear in the story. Small chapters telling small, funny or "steamy" things that happened outside the central focus of the story but that will help explain certain things that will happen down the line...or not, it may depend on the eye of the beholder.