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Aviana watched in disbelief as Níðhöggr hit the ground. After fighting so valiantly for this man she called father, her eyes were lifeless and dark. Læraðr took the soul right out of her body as if he didn’t spend the last years convincing her that she was his and he was hers. He held this cold demeanor, his expression unmoving from the stoic look he’s been giving this whole time. And boy did it piss Aviana off.
Her rage had been bubbling the pits of her stomach this whole time only held at bay the others who surrounded her. Alfonse kept a firm hand on her shoulder to keep her from going too far. He cast worried glances at her every now and then as the events around her unfolded. As Ratatoskr and Eikþyrnir fought in vain against Níðhöggr, the person they’d known as sister. She watched as they cried and screamed in agony as Læraðr quickly ripped the life out of each one of them.
When Níðhöggr's body hit the ground with a great thud, her tears barely dried yet, Aviana could no longer contain her white hot rage. She ripped her shoulder out of Alfonse’s grasp.
Aviana: You sick piece of shit! How could you do that to them? They thought you were their father for how long and all you can do is stand there and look like that!
Alfonse: Aviana!
Aviana: NO! How dare he do something so twisted! Do you not have a heart beating in your chest? Do you not have an ounce of compassion in your body?!
Læraðr : All my compassion left when that monster killed my children. No one else deserves my compassion except the children he stole from me.
Aviana: And you think you’re doing a great job honoring your children here, right? By destroying lives, putting hits out on my friends, my family! You can’t have what you want so you must rip it from the hands of others!
Læraðr : It’d be best if you held your tongue, mortal. I am still above you in every way possible! I will destroy you in every way I see fit.
Aviana: By all means get in line! You and every other fucker has put a hit on my life and my soul. It’s nothing new to me! What I cannot stand is you taking the lives of my friends so callously! You may not care for Ratatoskr and Eikþyrnir, but I sure do and I will be damned if I let you get your fucking hands on them!
Ratatoskr: Aviana…
Eikþyrnir: I have never heard someone defend us so…fiercely. I-I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if it’s brave…or incredibly foolish.
Alfonse: That’s my wife for you and I couldn’t be more proud of her. Her words ring true for me as well. If you try to lay a hand on Ratatoskr or Eikþyrnir, I will have no qualms about seeing the light leave your eyes.
Sharena: Such a threat to a god! Alfonse, it’s not like you! But I stand with you and Aviana. I will not let you touch my friends!
Anna: You all heard them! Attack!
Læraðr: Foolish mortals. You will see my true power and you won’t ever question me again. I too will have no qualms about killing you where you stand.
Aviana readies her magic.
Aviana: Like I said, you can get in line behind all the rest who wish to kill me! I don’t care what it takes me, your path ends here. By my magic, you won’t be able to lay another hand on anyone else and cause them any more suffering. Before you go though I am going to force a cure for Queen Henriette out of you. Prepare yourself!
Læraðr: Approach me if you wish. It’s your funeral.
Aviana: Try me. You will soon learn to cower before me. Now! Come at me!