Broken, And On The Ground.

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I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who has ever roleplayed with Emilia Reyes, who has ever had a smile or a tense moment, for those who have been with her for better and worse. She is still my favorite character to write for. Thank you, everyone, for everyone who remembers her.

Fair warning, there will be slight gore. Tread carefully.

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Chains clinked viciously together as Emilia writhed in place, confined in a cell that seemed to be perpetually closing in on her. Screams echoed and boomed throughout the chamber, though whether it was hers or the other prisoners escaped her twisted mind. She had become her own prisoner. What was real to her could be entirely fake. Had she imagined everything that had happened to her? Where was she? She didn't know if she was safe. This could be the Void, sent to be eternally tortured here. Nothing made sense to her, not anymore.

It was a descent into pure madness.
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Swaying hips and short hair bobbed their way to the dungeons, where screaming prisoners cried for their mothers. It could only urge Emilia on to become apart of the choir. Frantic motions frightened Emilia, feeling much more like a crazed animal rather than a normal Ailor. She felt the froth at her lips, sputtering and mumbling between the screams of her dry throat. Desperate, hopeless screams. They only fell on deaf ears, as Anise could only put Emilia out of her misery.

What fate had befallen her, what miserable fate?
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Days like these would always go unrecorded. Hopeless days of nonsense, infinite seemingly torture. What could life be more for Emilia? Something had to be done. Anise was merciless, an utter cutthroat, but even she stood to gain something by giving up Emilia. Shrugging open the door, she found Emilia in horrible conditions befitting a prisoner of her type. It was despicable, but it made no difference to Anise. She uttered a few curses at the ragged hair Emilia had grown in her time there, and about the utter jibberish Emilia was speaking. A handful of shackles were dragged, with Emilia's limp body dragged behind her. Overwhelmed, she didn't think. There wasn't any room for that. Mad visions took shape, every shadow taking shape and following her. Her father trailed not far behind, following her brothers and uncle.

The Void Altar stood gleaming and pristine, drenched in blood and stained perfectly. It was chaos, utter chaos. It went well with the tribe there, dedicating it to their unholy gods and worship. Emilia was dragged atop the ritual bed, shackling her further down. Hovering right above Emilia's face was Petrov. She wasn't ever sure if he was an illusion or not, ghostly images fading in and out of her life in an instant. A shaky breath moved over her forehead, and Emilia twisted her wide-eyed gaze to the assembled tribe gathering.

"I miss you," Emilia whispered, seemingly to nobody.
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Petrov had disappeared from her life once more, as had her family. She went to try and remember, to feel for her memories. They were broken, unable to be pieced together. A scream escaped her lips, trapped inside a failing mind had made her as angry as ever. It cut through the silence, no uproar from the demonic elves assembled before her shaking and convulsing body.

Emilia wasn't afraid of death. She was afraid it wouldn't come soon enough.
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It gleamed brightly in the dimly lit room. The ritual knife was stained, never cleaned. It rested neatly tucked inside Emilia's neck. There was no movement from Emilia now. She had been freed.

Dancing in an eternal sleep was good enough for Emilia. She joined hands with her family one last time.
For once, they were happy to see her.
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