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Summary:

Mickey and Felix fail to kill the Lord of darkness and Mickey's brother, Oswald. Now awake, the rabbit introduces himself to Felix before eventually confronting Mickey on his hypocritical beliefs while beating him.

(Inspired by Castlevania, the show)

Notes:

There's a lot to this AU. Not much to say about this fic specifically but if you wish for greater context to this AU I would love to elaborate

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A loud explosion cracked through the air of a once sleeping town. The sudden sprout of an inferno followed by a boom attracted the attention of those in their homes and they looked out to see a warehouse building in ruins, two figures only a few feet away.

 

On the floor coughing up smoke was a cat and mouse, both in bulky clothes caked with black. In the dark of the night it was hard to determine what they looked like, but it was unmistakable what they were. Swords on their hips, long coats, and one donning a checkered belt hosting several compartments and a familiar crest with red trims on the back of his coat pointed all towards one thing. They were hunters. Monster hunters. 

 

"cagh! Ack!" Mickey coughed, ridding ash from his lungs "Fel– ACK!... Felix? You– you good?”

 

The cat who laid face down in the dirt coughed, dust kicking up around his face. "mhm" he mumbled, finally picking himself up "Remind me to take a proper bath after this, I hate the smokey taste fire leaves”

 

Felix jumped to his feet and rooted into one of his pockets. Out of it he pulled a small red root and tossed it to Mickey who scarfed it down as soon as it was in hand. One bite and all that struggle to breathe dissipated, one last cough was all that he gave before he got back up.

 

"Your welcome for the breather" 

 

A third voice spoke into the night and they, as well as everyone who watched, turned towards the burning building. The voice was calm despite the hectic scene, each word enunciated without a change of tone. While civilians didn't know who spoke, both hunters were filled with a different sense of dread, a dark shadow their focus. Felix managed to have enough sense to unsheathe his weapon, but Mickey completely froze. He was too stunned to move or speak, his plan literally going up in flames before him as darkness itself awoke.

 

The darkness held many names, some vanishing over the years while others were constant. The dark lord, evil itself, the cursed monarch, the midnight butcher, whatever you called him didn't change who he was. He was an undying immortal force that awoke under nightfall and fed on the blood of mortals, single handedly responsible for the slaughter of an entire kingdom long ago. Ever since he had fallen in and out of slumber, traveling around the world with an entourage of vile beasts who revered him as a god. Toons held multiple theories on who he was and where he came from, but Mickey knew the evil creature a lot better than anyone else. No matter what name was attached to him, the evil beast was Oswald, his brother.

 

"I presume this was another attempt to vanquish me?" Oswald asked as he brushed off his cape "I thought your plans involved less destruction, something change recently?”

 

Mickey stayed silent, watching the rabbit go untouched by the fire. While the flames were wild and completely engulfed the warehouse, they seemed to possess intelligence in the way they made room for him. They dared not try and sully his fur or his clothes and deviated from their normal path, bending away so that he may finally leave. Once in the moonlight he outstretched an arm, cape flowing behind  him, and began to grab a hold of the darkness itself. From the darkness an ornate sword made of gold grew, first a black shadow before flashing into reality and becoming full.

 

"I'd like to go back to sleep so let's make this quick, Micheal" 

 

Felix looked towards Mickey and raised an eyebrow "Your name's Micheal?”

 

Mickey snapped out of his trance and shook his head "huh? Wha- oh... Y-yeah, long story..." He drew his sword and spread his stance "I don't use it anymore, I like to distance myself from him" 

 

Mickey gestured towards Oswald who gave an eye roll. He didn't wish to entertain them more than needed and decided to just skip to the part where he would rip out the cat's throat and break every bone in the rodent's body. Doing that instantly would have been unsportsmanlike and he opted to take his time, playing fair for the sake of the mortal in their presence.

 

CLINK

 

The brother's swords clashed, Oswald right in front of the hunters in the blink of an eye. He had swung for the cat but Mickey was able to block the swing, his reaction speed the only thing capable of matching the buck's. Had he been a second later the sword would have dove straight into Felix's skull, cleaving it in half. Oswald wasn't going to let it go that deep, but he did wish to try and test the constitution of whoever his brother employed.

 

"thanks for the save, Mick!" Felix leaped backwards and pulled out a vial, giving it a good shake before hurling it at Oswald "BURN IN HELL FOUL DEMON!”

 

"AHHHHH!”

 

Oswald let out a loud shriek as the vial broke, scattering the transparent liquid all over him. Mickey didn't waste any time in quickly swinging his sword, aiming for his brothers' head only for his blade to be grabbed. While the steel sizzled against Oswald's palm, the fluid curiously did not. It dripped off casually and the shriek was nothing more than out of disgust.

 

"Eugh! Did you throw water at me!?" He spat. With a swift kick, he sent Mickey away and rapidly shook the water off his fur, shivering and gagging "Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to clean a tunic from the 1400s?" Before Felix could open his mouth Oswald interrupted, raising his injured palm to silence him "I'll answer for you– no you don't! Because you look like some idiot in a costume with that stupid belt!”

 

"STUPID BELT!?" Felix hissed back, reaching for one of his pockets "If you think this belt is so stupid come at me!”

 

Mickey was quick to run over to Felix's side and pull him into a whisper "You really shouldn't be taunting him!" 

 

Felix yanked away and gave his partner the same glare he gave Oswald  "Taunting him? I'll do more than just taunt that ugly long-eared monst-!”

 

Before he could finish the last word Oswald was behind him, sword in hand. If he wasn't shoved away Mickey was more than capable of being there for his friend, but his sword was barely halfway up by the time the gilded edge was nearing the cat's neck. Felix was still oblivious to the danger until the very last second, a rush of wind from the inhuman dash making his fur stand on edge. Time slowed down in that moment but he knew he didn't have time to act, the most he could do was close his eyes and pray death would be swift. A swift death wasn't given but neither was a slow one, for death in general wasn't present. Much to the buck and mouse's collective surprise black and yellow ribbons had sprouted from the various pouches lining his waist, grabbing not only the sword but wrapping around Oswald's arms completely freezing the momentum.

 

"a magic belt..." Oswald muttered, fascinated by the ribbons.

 

"Hm?" Felix opened an eye, realizing the same thing the other two did "Ha!" He laughed despite a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek "You gotta be faster than that to get to me—looks like I didn't need your help after all Mick”

 

Mickey brought his blade down onto Oswald’s, splitting the soft metal and rendering the weapon useless. Ribbons retracted and Felix spun around, kicking the rabbit with force that puzzled him. The magic belt was one thing but as he clutched his side he noticed a slight ache no mortal could cause. It distracted him long enough that he completely forgot his bothersome brother until he spoke up.

 

“Swords are meant for cutting, not for looks” Mickey growled as he kicked over the two fragments of the ornate weapon “There's a reason steel is the most common material used to make ‘em”

 

Oswald raised an eyebrow “You think I'll lower my weaponry to the common standards of man?” He scoffed and upturned his nose “You somehow managed to have grown less intelligent over the years”

 

With a snap of his fingers hundreds of swords materialized above the rabbit, every single one a shimmer gold. Not all were identical however as each held a custom pommel, some having flowery designs etched in while others had the end resemble animal heads. Each sword spun around in a circle around Oswald’s head, their formation mimicking the silhouette of a crown. It was overly extravagant and nothing more than a spectacle, but each were nonetheless blades which could be used to cut.

 

“Rend him to bits” he told the intimate objects before turning to the cat “Now, I think it's time you introduce yourself”

 

“...”

 

Felix stayed silent, his gaze going up and down Oswald’s body before looking past him towards Mickey. The swords had come to life and wildly swung about, each aiming at a different part to make their mark. With so many the mouse struggled to block or dodge leaving him overwhelmed and confused on what to do. Every time he blocked one another would come from behind and slice his back, the wound not deep but with multiple being made all over the blood leaked from all over.

 

“You can ignore that moron” Oswald snapped, his fingers drawing attention back to him “Now, I think it's high time I learn who's the most recent acquaintance of Michael’s”

 

Underneath Felix manifested a small seat, its presence going unnoticed until the feline could feel the plush cushion under his rear. He looked down and noticed the stool-like chair before looking back up, suddenly seeing Oswald sat as well. The rabbit had himself posted up in what looked to be a wooden chair that was raised a few feet above the ground on some extra tall legs. It was practically a throne and a bit too oversized for the creature of the night as it completely blocked Felix's view of Mickey. The clashing of metals and the yelps of pain were present, but how he was fairing was anyone's guess.

 

“Uhh… what's up with the seats?” The cat asked, looking down at the one he was on “and is there a reason you gave yourself the fancy one and me a stool?”

 

“It isn't a stool” Oswald corrected with a scoff “It's a curule seat, a type of chair that dates back to ancient Rome, it’s a symbol of power where only high class individuals or those in an upper status would have the privilege of resting upon properly, frankly it is something far above what should be granted to a mortal like you” he paused, musing over something in his head “but you have piqued my interest

…” The buck extended a hand, his tone growing more warm “My sincere apologies for my earlier outburst, I'm Oswald T. Rabbit, eldest son of the House of Ub, rightful ruler my family's land, and current lord of darkness”

 

Felix looked downwards at the rabbit’s hand, grimacing at the long sharp nails that went past the fingertips. They were clean and polished but that just made the dagger-like tips more prevalent. Initially the monarch was confused on what was he staring at before following his line of sight, eyes widening at the realization.

 

“Ah, apologies” his nails shrunk, returning to a more appropriate length “I prefer to keep them as points, makes cutting through flesh easier”

 

Still reluctant, Felix hesitantly met Oswald’s palm with his own “Name’s Felix” he said as he shook “No last name, my clan doesn't believe in them”

 

“Clan?” Oswald pulled his hand away and rested his arms on the chair, nails growing back digging into the wood “I suppose your current occupation as a hunter has some sort of familiar ties?”

 

“If you mean familial then Righty-O!” Felix snickered and pat down his waist “I come from a long line of hunters who are known for taking down people like yourself, none of the ones I ever killed were quite as polite as you however”

 

Oswald’s cold demeanor finally shattered. A small smirk had spread onto his face from the correction and he couldn't help but let a small laugh slip from his lips. It was disturbing to the cat, especially considering his friend and the rabbit’s brother were fighting for his life only a few feet away. The clash of the swords and the continued cries were continuously made in the background of their rather casual chat. Felix wished to help but considering how much faster Oswald was he remained still.

 

“You know… I like you” the buck admitted “I truly believe there's something… mmm.. shall we say, admirable? At least in regards to mortals who put their lives on their line for the sake of people they don't know, even further so when they commit said lives to ultimately dying for a world which will forever birth creatures such as I” he stood up and began to walk behind the feline. His cape fluttered in the wind and while he no doubt was dangerous, Oswald actively chose to place his arms behind his back as a gesture of good will “that is… assuming you're a simple mortal of course”

 

“Huh?” Felix tilted his head to look at the creature of the night, smile faltering “whaddya mean by that?”

 

“Oh come on now, lies and deceit are for enemies, and I don't see you as an enemy” Oswald barred his fangs into a smile and he stopped right in front of the cat “Playing the fool on what you are benefits no one”

 

The air grew colder as Oswald filled the feline’s vision. Felix was a cat so he should have been able to see in the dark, but in that moment everything in the world became obscured by inky shadows. The moon faded from view, the only thing visible in the moment was Oswald. His cape fluttered by nonexistent wind and it was up close that the feline got an eye full of the more monstrous features present in the well mannered monster. Sharp teeth present in his maw exposed themselves to the air, each one holding a tiny serrated edge whilst the biggest offenders were his two front ones that were downright fangs. Eyes shrunk back into his skull, emitting a faint glow that made them look like tiny sparks in a black void. The glare made him feel queasy but he dared not move a muscle for his body panicked at the thought of what may happen if he did. The two stayed with locked eyes for some time until Oswald spoke again, voice a deathly whisper.

 

“I can smell a beast anywhere…”

 

A cold grip closed in on his neck. While he couldn't directly see the hand clamped on, he knew it was there in the darkness. Oswald had a hold on him and with the earlier memory present of the rabbit oh so casually catching a sword, he feared what he could do with minimal effort. More than anything he sweat bullets at the words spoken, a secret not even his clan knew sensed flawlessly.

 

“If you didn't interest me so I would have ripped out your jugular for associating with that dimwitted mouse, taking away your life without a second thought rather than sit down and understand what you are”

 

Nails grazed against his throat but curiously there was no real pressure or sense of danger. Despite his oddly threatening words Oswald was still gentle, mindful of even his claws making sure not to so much as scratch the feline. He caressed the flesh, an almost tender gesture which made it all the stranger in Felix's eyes. It felt like his fur was being picked at, each strand examined under that piercing gaze.

 

“I truly mean no harm, and even if I had so much as an intent your magic belt would have picked up on it, wouldn't it have?”

 

He increased his grip. Felix could still breathe but by this point there was a clear pressure present. It wasn't enough to choke or strangle, but enough to make him hesitate to inhale.

 

“If I wished to harm or potentially worse your belt would have sensed danger and prevented it, but I don't, I see no reason to harm you as it is, I merely want to know why you would place yourself in alliance with someone who finds your kind repulsive… Felix was it?”

 

His body grew warm with the way the creature called his name and he leaned into the grasp, beginning to grow slightly dizzy. He hadn't noticed but he even had stopped breathing for a second. It wasn't due to Oswald going tighter or fear, but something else. Something much more… enjoyable?

 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!”

 

The glint of silver sparkled in the corner of Oswald and Felix’s eyes. The sentient swords that had kept Mickey busy had all been reduced to piles of overly costly junk. Along the mouse's body were an uncountable amount of cuts, some minor while others went down to the bone. In his arms swung the final surviving sword, his silver one which broke through the others.

 

Away”

 

With a whisper Mickey’s swing was interrupted, a sudden gust of wind blowing him back. It clattered to the ground a few feet away from the mouse and the rabbit stood back up, a grimace on his face.

 

“You almost hit your ally!” he turned to Felix, features growing soft “Apologies for my brother’s idiocy, are you alright?”

 

Felix sat completely silent. The white fur on his cheeks had turned a dark grey and he struggled to respond. After a good minute of tripping over his words he nodded and looked towards Mickey who began to get back up.

 

“Ugh…” he held his head, feeling a slice across his forehead seal up “A little help would be nice ya know!?”

 

“Mhm… yeahhh…no…” Felix awkwardly chuckled and crossed his legs “You're gonna have to deal with this yourself Mick… I’m sitting this one out!”

 

Mickey groaned and looked towards the cat, disbelief striking him “... Are… are you blush-...” He blinked “... Oh my God… you can't be serious…” he rubbed his forehead “He’s a murderer with megalomania!” The mouse shouted “do not tell me you actually fell for him!?”

 

Up until now the buck was oblivious to what the cat was feeling, but upon a second look he stepped back. He placed a hand in front of his mouth and quickly bowed, a blush of his own present.

 

“I… am… DEEPLY sorry, it was not my intent to fluster nor make any advancements, apologies if my words were misconstructed”

 

Felix waved him off “It's… it's fine, this is my fault”

 

“I can't believe this…” Mickey shook his head “How do you even…. AUGH!”

 

Oswald saw how his brother reacted in disgust and scowled at the improper treatment “Do not fault Felix for his emotions, mortals are…” he paused, giving the cat a knowing glance “They’re creatures of desire, you cannot take issue with them”

 

“You talk as if you weren't mortal once” Mickey spat.

 

Oswald retorted “And you talk as if you still are one”

 

The brothers locked eyes, Mickey infuriated while Oswald had his usual cold demeanor present. His attention wasn’t solely focused on the mouse, eyes deviating towards the side to see the still nervous cat. After a moment of deliberation he focused and raised his palm. His eyes burnt like embers in the night and in the blink of an eye both he and Mickey vanished from where they stood, reappearing instantly a block away in some dingy alley a few feet apart. Rats scurried into the dark while the one Oswald was related to struggled to get a balance, holding on a wall while the rest of his wounds healed.

 

“What… what did you do!?”

 

“I relocated us, I would like this battle to not have anymore attempted friendly fire not insults hurled at your ally” the rabbit grimaced as he raised a paw, it dripping with some unknown fluids “even if it comes at the cost of fighting in filth..”

 

Mickey lunged forward, missing the hare by one “Don’t act like you care about him” he swung horizontal and backwards, missing once more “You were probably trying to take the chance to recruit him, you don’t have any care for anybody but you and your thralls! That’s probably why you were so ‘friendly’ with him, wasn’t it!? You just wanted to turn him!”

 

“May I remind you, Micheal” Oswald grabbed Mickey’s wrist as another swipe was taken at him “I do not use hypnosis nor mind control on anybody, what I said to him is none of your concern and whatever emotions he garnered from it was nothing more than his own desires and while I am flattered, I have no interests in him as anything more than a friend at most”

 

Mickey attempted to pull away only to be met with a more fierce grasp, nails now puncturing his wrist. The sword fell to the ground and while useless, Mickey took a swing with his fist. Oswald didn't give his brother the pleasure of hitting and grabbed it with his other hand. The air grew cold and the buck opened his mouth, words visible in the sudden chill.

 

Freeze

 

With a word of power spoken, ice crept up the mouse’s arm. It burned fiercer more than a fire ever could. Not only did the freezing blue ice cover his flesh and feel like knives stabbing into his skin, but the small wounds in his palm were big enough for it to seep in. His blood ran cold in the literal sense and veins were filled with ice crystals, stabbing at the nerves inside. The pain was excruciating and he was paralyzed, unable to do anything but cry in pain as he clutched his frozen arm.

 

Oswald remained indifferent as always. He cared not for how much of a horrible pain it was and in fact rolled his eyes at the screams.

 

“Cry baby..” he muttered before bending over and getting a good look at his brother's feeble cries “now, what did we learn about throwing baseless accusations because you can't fathom that I'm more than capable of talking to someone without an ulterior motive?”

 

CRACK!

 

Ice shattered and small splinters of the blue were sent across the ally. The majority of it was broken and stabbed into the rabbit’s face, freeing Mickey's arm and sending Oswald back with splintered ice into his cheek. Frostbite had numbed whatever pain would have came from decking Oswald in the face and with the ice gone he was left with purplish black skin, thankfully invisible underneath his black fur. There wasn't much time to recuperate or plan further as before Mickey could reach for his fallen sword a blank mist descended upon him. Red eyes stood in the midst of the dark and while he aimed for them, it turned out to be nothing more than a hallucination. His fist caught air, mist dispersed and behind him whispered his brother, the buck’s words laced with venom.

 

“How many must you lead to their graves before you give it up?”

 

Mickey was grabbed by his thin tail and twirled in the air like a ragdoll. A shrill squeak of pain echoed across the walls of the alley, most hearing the commotion assuming nothing more than just a rat dying. Death was a luxury Oswald would not grace his brother with and flung him away out into the streets. The silver sword which would burn the buck’s flesh was held safely by the handle and in a flash of red he returned the swipes taken at him. Mickey rolled out of the way and got up, carrying himself through the barren streets while his brother pursued. Red flashes followed by ethereal dashes were made with intent to maim, the blade burning Mickey just as much as it did to him. He was spared further suffering as a large building had its grand doors left apart, allowing him to slip inside and slam the doors behind him shut.

 

As dark as it was, his eyes managed to fixate on a giant cross hung up on a wall across the room. Below stood an altar and several wooden pews faced towards it, all lined in neat rows. He was in a church or chapel of some sorts. It was holy, sacred ground, untouchable by monsters and beasts of the night. It was a relief and he took a shaky breath, collapsing back against the door and sliding down until he was on the floor. Mickey’s arm had already started to heal and he looked towards it, flexing the digits on his hand until he could feel again. His healing factor wasn't as quick as Oswald’s, but the small respite was enough. Ten minutes from now he'd be as good as new, not so much as a scar left from any of the cuts or whatnot that occurred. In the meantime he limped towards the front row and sat in a pew, washing himself in the moonlight that glimmered through one of the many stained glass windows. It was serene and he knew Oswald would dare not even try and step foot inside.

 

Well, that's what he thought at least.

 

“Is this your best attempt at evading me?”

 

The voice came from everywhere but was nowhere whenever Mickey looked. There was no fog, mist, but he nonetheless spoke without being present. The mouse swiveled his head around trying to find the source only to come back empty handed.

 

Furious, he shouted into the dark “THIS IS SACRED GROUND! YOU AREN'T ALLOWED HERE!”

 

Oswald scoffed at the notion “If it was sacred ground do you really believe you would be allowed to cross it?”

 

A shadow dashed behind a window. When Mickey looked towards it he saw it happen again, this time from a window on the complete other side.

 

“You're so naive, Micheal…” Oswald continued, voice emanating through a speaker that wasn't present “pray tell, what is it that you have over me that would make you assume you may enter something you deem holy?”

 

“I'm not a monster like you!” Mickey growled “I don't kill people for fun or because I can”

 

“What makes you not a monster?” Oswald asked, his tone less rhetorical and more earnest “you hold no qualms in leading fools to their death, blindly recruiting in your future quest causing senseless death, do you truly believe yourself above the title of monster? Or is that childish naivety persistent enough to make you believe you are in the right?”

 

Mickey grit his teeth and balled his hand into a fist “I… I didn't kill anyone, that was YOU!”

 

“Blame the knife or the hand that holds it?” The buck chuckled “An age old dilemma that sounds so simple, but we both know it's so much less black and white than that… or at least, I'm aware enough to know”

 

Another shadow passed by followed by another. Mickey didn't know if he was seeing things or this was some big ploy by the buck to get into his head. Either way he hardly believed his eyes and ears when he heard the clattering of metal against the chapel’s floor. His sword fell from the heavens and he reached for it, not caring if this was a trap or not. No sort of trickery was present and he held its hilt in his newly healed hand.

 

“Shut up and come out already! I don't need to hear anymore from a murderer!”

 

Oswald went quiet, the air growing unnaturally still. Through the windows Mickey could spot what looked to be eyes staring at him from the corner of his eyes. Whenever he turned to look they disappeared, vanishing before appearing elsewhere.

 

When Oswald spoke up it made Mickey jump, the voice a lot closer.

 

“Cease sullying my name with such an name… what I did was not murder, it was retribution”

 

“Is retribution really senselessly slaughtering all those who you think did you wrong?!”

 

“Stop while you’re ahead, Micheal”

 

“NO! I won’t stop, because you constantly put yourself on some sorta pedestal, acting like your above people because YOU sold YOUR soul” he took the steps up to the podium and surveyed the room, empty pews greeting his gaze “You’re an awful monster who hates mankind because of what they did, you only stick around just to make the world a worse place”

 

“Mankind…” he gagged at the term “what even is a man? Please, tell me what in your judge of character would you consider to be the definition”

 

Mickey furrowed his brow “The direct opposite of you! Somebody who doesn't kill just because they were wronged by a few–”

 

“YOU! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WRONGED ME!”

 

The chapel shook with the boom of Oswald’s face. It was like an earthquake had struck the way the ground rattled, throwing Mickey off balance and onto the floor. Windows shattered from the shake and above the cross that hung grew loose. The wooden fixture came half undone and fell into a cross of saint peter, the singular stake in the bottom hanging it upside down.

 

“Mankind is below me, mortals and their works do not involve me so I don't get involved until provoked!” Oswald continued, voice quieter but enough to shake the foundation “A man is nothing but desires and instincts trapped within flesh, they are short-sighted beasts more feral than livestock and I got my revenge a long time ago, I stain my mouth with the blood of pigs and other animals so that I may not feed off a mortal not because I crave the abhorrent flavor, but because I am capable of understanding those who did it are dead. Want to know who isn't?” He paused but gave no time to answer, booming voice present once more “YOU! IT IS YOU! You who place yourself on a pillar of morals made of sand, you are not a man! A man has some compass or morals, you go off whatever idiotic belief you hold in your head that only furthers your hypocrisy! You are nothing but a hypocrite and it's not just I that see it, but everyone who spares the time to look upon your pathetic self may see as clear as the moonlight THAT YOU ARE WORSE THAN I!”

 

Mickey’s breath picked up and he could feel warm air cascade across his body from behind. For a second he believed it to be some sort of pillar of flames coming towards him with intent to harm. When he turned he was faced with something much worse, the very signature of the buildings’ protection going up in literal flames. The upside down cross sprouted fire and from the blaze stepped Oswald, accompanying him figures drench in shadows that peered through the empty window frames. Their eyes pierced the dark and stared into his soul, each of their glares uniquely sadistic. He knew each all too well, different faces but all the same evil that stemmed from the one floating in the center.

 

“I tire… I think it's high time I put this battle to a rest so that I may retire to my coffin and not be disturbed by your childish anger”

 

Oswald snapped his fingers and the figures outside crept their way in. Some floated while others physically crawled through, desecrating whatever was left of this once holy place.Bluish spotlights cast through where the panes once stood and the various creatures of the night took their place amongst the light of the moon. Mickey could see them all patiently awaiting their Master's orders among the pews and clutched his sword tightly. Through the corner of his eyes he could see the way they licked their lips when staring at him, hungry for flesh that they could endlessly tear into. Despite them he remained steadfast in his stance towards his brother, knowing full well he was far beyond whatever they were capable of. All those words he spoke were nothing short of mind games and with Felix on his “break”, Mickey knew he was alone once more. There was not a soul around who sought his safety and he was prepared to fight like he always has, out of desperation and fear. Fear not for him or his sake, but that the world would continue to persist with an ugly long eared stain amongst man. It was his duty and his alone to put the evil to rest, no matter how much he was harmed.

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