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[She laughs] It's easy enough to figure out. You're supposed to be smart, right? So figure it out for yourself.
[And it really is easy, since looking at her last post will reveal it, lmao...]
He's one of my most loyal, too. But Cherie, how do you feel about my Chevalier now? Are they just some poor human that needs to be saved from me, or are they just as bad as I am?
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[He folds his arms, frowning as he thinks about that.]
They can't be saved, really. I wish I could, but what they are now is what they are now. They're tainted by you. They're weeds that have grown off your root.
...Killing them would be a mercy.
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[She actually regrets that now, because it had been in a moment of anger and passion, but of course she won't tell that detail.]
If you find my dear Chevalier, tell me how your conversation with him goes. You'll understand their devotion then.
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[A slight laugh.] I'll be sure to tell him that you recommended I meet him. I'll see how his devotion plays out, exactly.
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He'll be happy to meet you, Cherie! Well, no, not happy, because I've told him all about you, of course. Anyone that wants to kill a Chevalier's Queen is their enemy, more than anyone else. [Simply,] But I told him to behave, so that's why you don't know about him. Otherwise, you would have met long ago. Anyone that kills me doesn't deserve to live, after all!
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[He laughs.] Me? Deserve to die? Aw, miss, I had no idea you cared about my wellbeing, really. Don't worry, I think of you the same way.
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[She tilts her head slightly, her smile piquing once more]
Hey, would you like to see another memory, in that case? I'm sure it's one that you'll enjoy. [Her voice cools even more] Would you like to see me die?
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[A long pause. Does he? Does he want to see that. He narrows his eyebrows, suspicious.]
...Why would you show me that? To get pity?
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I don't think that you'd pity me even if I showed you every horror of my life. [A beat] Ahh, well maybe you would, actually, but I'm not going to do that. If you pitied me for this, though, I'd be surprised. It's my death. Isn't that what you want? I'm just giving you a taste of what you'll never have.
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[What to do?]
Miss.
I'll have your death at my hands one day. And I don't need you to enact your death in front of me, because unlike others, I don't need to have bait thrown in front of my face like I'm nothing but a fish on a wire.
I will not be so easily led into your net, miss. I understand you want me to show that I am supposedly a monster for wanting to watch and enjoy your death, and I have to say that you're wrong. I may kill others, but killing isn't a sport, nor is it a game. It's merely a duty.
...Instead of your death, show me this Amshel of yours. I've been curious about him for quite some time.
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[The malicious amusement drops quickly, and she's just genuinely surprised and also uncertain. It's true that she had led him into this choice for the sake of bait and something to use against him, but now it had backfired. If she refused, that would show how precious Amshel was, and how much weakness he brought out in her.
She pauses, setting her hands back on her desk, but answers seriously, albeit softly.]
Fine. I'll show you my Amshel.
[Diva looks down at her desk thoughtfully, thinking of which memory to pick, because whatever she picked would shape Cheriour's perception of her, she was sure. So the scene she chooses, it's one that is a sharp contrast to Alexei. Diva begins to sing a beautiful, clearly loving song, but it's a sharp contrast the scene of fire and destruction that's created. And standing upon marble steps with bodies all around is Diva, singing with the pure joy of freedom.
Until several shots ring out, and the illusionary Diva's song stops as her face is splattered with blood. There's a man in front of her, who had shielded her from the shots.
The focus changes, and that's when Cheriour can see Amshel for the first time. It's likely not what he expected, because as vain and proud as Diva was, this man might as well been her father with the difference in age. He's roughly in his forties, but he looks a bit older than that, his face weathered with age. Diva looks on with surprise, until he coughs, a large amount of blood dribbling down his chin. Her eyes widen further, as if she understands, and Diva reaches towards his delicately.
(And there's just a flash of a body, decapitated and hand severed, though the hand holds an old-fashioned pistol.)
Diva kneels beside Amshel as he lays in the grass, as if waiting for something to happen. The blood starts to appear through the front of his shirt, and she makes a soft, distressed noise. This was the Diva who had just left the tower, after all, so why would she think that Amshel was any different than her, that he wouldn't heal right away from any wound?
The distressed noises grow in frequency, and Diva looks around before snatching a butter knife from nearby, immediately, cutting across both of her wrists with it. She looks at the blood dripping thickly from her wrists with a rueful expression for a moment, but then it turns truly loving and tender as she looks at Amshel. It's a Diva that Cheriour hasn't seen before, because this one is so genuinely concerned for this man's life and it shows in ever bit of her expression that she doesn't want him to die.
Diva sips at the blood from her lips, but quickly leans down to Amshel to kiss him, to give him her blood just as she had for Alexei. But she's crying, which is different enough, but that sexual undertone is also lacking. It's a loving kiss.
Cheriour is spared from the scene of transformation, the scene seamlessly transitioning to Diva curled up next to Amshel on the ground. She looks so small curled up next to him, truly delicate and doll-like. There's worry in her brow, but otherwise, she's sleeping peacefully. Amshel's eyes open first, blinking blearily, but the hand on Diva's side raises, setting itself on her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open too, and she looks up with wonder.
She grins happily, nuzzling into his chest, and with that, the song ends on a happy trill.
The Diva that he knows sits on the video, staring coldly, but it's clearly just a mask, because the memory has brought a light pink to her cheeks.]