575: The Only Way
“You were right,” Olivia said to Emily. “I looked down on all of them. But given the chance… The things I did when possessed by pleasure you wouldn’t believe. The things I said, the faces I made. You probably would have laughed your murderous little ass off if you saw me. And I probably wouldn’t have stopped and just kept on fucking. Just like I can’t stop myself now. No matter how much I stall.”
Olivia held Emily with one hand and reached down to Emily’s belt, to the hilt of Emily’s short sword with the other hand.
“O-Olivia?” Emily asked.
Olivia put her hand on the hilt of Emily’s short sword and pulled.
“OLIVIA!?” Emily screamed when she heard the friction of the cold, sharp steel.
“I’m sorry that I failed you. I wish I had noticed sooner. If I paid more attention… If I was better… Maybe I could have prevented this darkness that consumed you. That I let consume me too.”
“What the hell are you doing!?” Olivia angerly asked in a different voice with a rough grimace.
“I can’t stop myself,” Olivia said in a quieter voice. “But I can’t let myself do this either. And I can’t let you go on like this either.”
“S-Sis!?” Emily’s lips trembled. “What are you… You can’t!”
“Olivia!!” Beatrice screamed and rushed into the barrier, only to be repelled.
“I wish I was smart enough to figure out a better way,” Olivia cried. “I way to save you. To undo all the evil that you’ve done. To bring back everyone you killed. To unwind time back to when you were a happy little girl and we played together. But I can’t do that. It’s taking me all of my strength just to hold back from violating you. And I don’t have any strength left.”
“Stop it, you stupid bitch, you’re ruining everything!!” Olivia growled.
“After we fuck each other silly and I willingly indulge in any and all sick, amazing depravity that piece of shit thinks of, we’ll both return to the Queen,” Olivia said. “To be used as cheap toys until they grow bored of us. I deserve that for all my failings. But I won’t let you suffer any more than you already have.”
“Shut it, you dumb slut!!” Olivia screamed. “What suffering!? I gave just a taste of the pleasure to come! You have no idea what you’re giving up!”
“H-heh, even such big demon’s get scared?” Olivia asked.
“I’M NOT!!” Olivia growled.
“Liar,” Olivia smiled. “Just like you feel my current perverse desires, I feel your fear. I need me to return to your true self. Until then you’re trapped inside. And if I die, does this part of you die too?”
Olivia put the tip of the short sword against Emily’s back.
“Insane suicidal bitch!!” Olivia screamed in anger and frustration.
“That’s a yes,” Olivia smiled. “I may not be strong enough to kill you fully, but… Killing even a part of a Sovereign is also arousing. Can you feel how hard I am to kill you?”
“You’re only killing yourself and your sister!!” Olivia screamed. “I’ll be just fine!!”
“Olivia!!” despite Beatrice’s increasingly desperate efforts to break through, she only did more damage to herself, leaving only a bloody stain on the invisible wall that separated her from Olivia.
“Sis!!” Emily cried. “I don’t want to die!”
“Neither do I,” Olivia said. “But despite all that you’ve done, I still love you.”
“I-I love you too!!” Emily panicked. “I love you too, so please, let’s just leave! Let me go and lets run away! Anywhere you want! I’ll do anything you want! I promise!”
“I-I can’t” Olivia gasped; her arms trembled. “I’m already at my limit. I’m sorry.”
“NOOO!” Emily screamed and unleashed all the magic that she could. She engulfed them both in lightning. Despite the agony, even as she cried her lungs out, Emily did not stop the magic. She was willing to suffer through anything to stop her sister.
But despite the agonizing pain, the electrifying shocks only tightened Olivia’s grip on the hilt of the sword and she just needed to gather the demonic strength she was granted to push on.
“STOP THAT PSYCHO BITCH!!” Olivia screamed.
The barrier in front of Beatrice vanished and she rushed forward just as Olivia drove the blade in with all her demonic force.
Olivia thrust through her sister and did not stay her hand even when she momentarily felt the sharp tip on her own skin. She pushed past the self-preservation instinct, and only forcefully stopped when the hilt of the blade hit Emily’s back. By then the tip of the sword broke through between Olivia’s spine and left shoulder blade, destroying her heart.