dear_mun | Quoth the Raven

...So you're a Heartless, then?

[Because that's all Sora knows that eats hearts.]

I am the Raven.

[Peers at Sora. Hungrily.]

Neeeever heard of you. I'm Sora, son of Ansem, Prince of the Heartless.

[He may have a heart but it's... Just barely at this canon point on his AU.]

O h . . . ?

[A prince, is it?]

Tell me, little Prince, why would you have those without hearts as your subjects?

My father's on. He took me in when no one else would, and he's shown me how terrible humans can be. One day, I'll be a Heartless, too, when Father thinks I'm ready.

[A deep, booming laugh.]

If being heartless is what you desire, that is a wish that can be granted right now!

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[Sora's going to call up his darksuit and Soul Eater now, because lulz.]

Sorry. Father says I'm not ready, and I don't bow to any other kings.

[Red eyes narrow in interest.]

A Prince who despises other humans is hardly enough for me. Bring me one with a heart that is pure and full of love so that I may regain my strength! In return, what is left of their body can be yours.

What would I need an empty shell for? They aren't a Heartless. A Heartless is a heart that has collapsed under the weight of its own darkness, and thus seeks out a new heart for eternity.

[He'll even recite his father's memorized writing if he has to!]

[The most important question he has here is can he eat them?]

That is what you hope to be, one day? A heart that has crumbled, and always seeking more? Foolish little child!

[He could try, but there's not much there with most Heartless.]

Not all Heartless are like that. Only the ones the look like monsters. But then there's a whole other class, like my father. Those who give their heart willingly to the darkness and become a creature that walks its roads can retain both form and intelligence, and they're all the stronger for it. Why live for a limited time with fragile bonds, surrounded by people who will abandon you, when you can instead become an immortal creature that has no need to worry about those things? Heartless always watch each other's backs, like a hive of ants.

[Less hearts for him to eat would mean he is not a huge fan.]

Ha ha ha... Perhaps I am already like one of your Heartless. Bonds do not matter to me. I shall devour hearts and one day gain an unending life when I find the most noble, and delicious, of hearts!

You've taken too many already, Monstrous Raven.

[Big words from such a small Knight but Lohengrin isn't about to back down.

Or thinking too much about his own personal safety.

~~You're not supposed to die yet! Why are you doing this?!~~]

Come, and be torn in two once more, Knight.

I should have known. It wasn't enough for you to rend my heart and it won't be enough for you to rend my body.

You may be my end but that doesn't mean I'll meet you gently.

Your useless efforts will mean nothing. I shall have the Prince's heart whether you throw your life away or not.

You underestimate the Prince. And you underestimate the impact of sacrifice.

[The Raven laughs at his words. Crows rise around the Knight, swords in hand and at ready.]

Sacrifice yourself as much as you desire!

[The Knight savagely smiles as he draws his sword.

Not the sword Fakir will eventually carry but a different blade.]

This ought to be interesting. Justice will not aid me this time. It's my skill against your crows.

[But he still expects to fell them as easily as he did the intruders on his wedding night.]

[The monster Raven watched over the proceedings with dark delight, it was written. His crows danced and cut forward, and blades would meet blade as well as feather.]

A brave feast has been prepared! Today, all shall eat!

[The Knight is true to the reputation he earned in Heinrich's kingdom. Every crow that dares challenge him is met with brutal and lethal force. Each strike brings him back to that awful night, each blow another attempt to hold back the cruel dawn.

In this moment, he is not Sir Lohengrin, Prince Siegfried's Knight.

He is the Knight of the Swan, Lady Elsa's Champion.]

[With every crow the Knight struck down, another emerges to take its place. The fight is fierce. The flock circles him even as they are cut over and over, and crows rise from the ground, hoping to take hold of his feet.]

[He wants them to keep coming. He wants them to never stop. He wants to keep fighting and never leave this moment, lest he be parted from his Elsa again. The very idea of stopping leaves his left hand itching right where his wedding band sits.

The Knight of the Swan is completely ruthless as he shoves his foot into a crow's face, propelling himself forward and further into the fray.]

[The crows cry out as they are rendered to pieces and left to disappear. The numbers are sparser now, though still strong. Five crows flank each other as they rush at him like an arrow.

(Oh my, what's this? says someone, somewhere. Will a Knight who has lost so much also lose what he has left?)]

Fight, my crows, until his strength is stolen.

[Somehow in the midst of combat, the Knight begins to laugh.]

Yes! Take my strength! Accept my vengeance! And if you should win, know that you only succeed in reuniting me with my Elsa!

[In the face of his fearless declaration, the Raven roars. A heavy claw comes crashing out from the darkness, aiming straight for the Knight.]

[And Lohengrin merely stands before him with a smile.]

[The Raven strikes. His claw tears through the Knight.]

[Naught remains but stillness.

But then there's the quiet sound of a tenor.]

The sweet song dies away; we are alone,
alone for the first time since we saw each other.
Now we can be remote from the world,
no listener near our hearts' avowals.
Elsa, my wife! Sweetest, purest bride!
Confide to me now whether you are happy!

[It looks like there's a spirit going to meet his wife.]

[Life flees and the spirit flies, as do the crows as they cry. The deed done, the Raven moves on, and what is left of the stage that had been set goes dark.]

Ah, what magnificent darkness is radiating from you. You must be another of my kin from across time and space...

You are neither crow nor raven. Who are you?

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Emissary of the Chaotic Void, Death Phantom. Do you know why you hunger so for the hearts of others? It is because your origin is the same as mine. You were created to bring an end to the curse called hope and love and return all things to their natural state of eternal darkness.

I care not about darkness, but I will take the hearts of others as it should be.

I was right! My hypothesis was right on the mark!

[manages to get up onto the roof--and bring some tea along to watch the town drown in crow's blood]

[A crow lands near where Autor is.]

[squeaks and jumps back.]

Shoo. Go on, get out of here.

[waves his journal at it, grumbling as his eyes water.]

Why do I have to be allergic to birds...

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[The only answer is a caw as it watches him with beady red eyes.

More crows drop down near him, heckling him with a flap of their wings or raspy caw.]

[purses his lips.]

All right. Fine.

[starts climbing down the roof carefully, so as to avoid the whole "slipping on a raven or wet shingle" bit]

Quoth the Raven

Because of course hearts would ping KH people. Also, that journal name. A+

Thank you, delicious friend!

Also you are great for playing him. ob

I figured it might be fun to mess around with him.

Good choice. He's an excellent villain.

He's not bad, he's just written that way! (Lies, he's all bad.)

...gkjfdj I GOT THE REFERENCE...

:>

I like you, BTW. /o/

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AHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME AND WHY DO I LOVE IT?!?

why hello :>

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(Bravo! A wonderful tragedy this has been!)

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