Embers of Eternity (Book 8 of the Keyblade Legends Rainimator Fanfic Series)

Chapter 155: The Wrath of The Deity

Takes place a day before chapter 153

Trigger warning: graphic violence (smashing a glass bottle against a head)

Lady Azura's POV

I like to believe that I've seen it all. In fact, I believed that the moment I saw Stella perform magic all those years back for the first time.

When I see the type of bullshit that Rain and his friends get into on a daily basis, I laugh it off.

I no longer question anything.

Okay, thats a lie. I still question how Rain and Stella are still a thing.

As my husband says "Its a goddamn fucking miracle at this point".

Rain had pretty much become an adoptive son for my husband, even sharing the last name "Wynter". 

So... that means Allistair has an older brother?

Oh, and it turns out Garroth lied because his real name is Flint and... why does everyone lie about their names?!

Like Dexter is actually Doraine as well? Yeah, we're still calling her Dexter because of that. That's what you get Dexter for lying about your name twice. 

Rain's friends were also confusing... but they weren't idiots.

... Most of the time.

I liked hanging out with Nina, Meeps and Andrew especially. Nina, because she was an inventor, needless to say, her world isn't as advanced as ours.

Andrew created Meeps from a program to a sentimental A.I., which is very impressive.

And Meeps, well, she likes to help me out a lot with my inventions, and I can trust her not to blow up the lab.

The others were either nice, scary, idiots, or untrustworthy.

Wow, what a ragtag group of misfits.

But they're not here right now, which means peace and quiet. There's no conflict, nothing. And when I mean conflict, I mean absurd conflict, like a civil war.

I wonder whoever's dealing with them now is doing alright.

From my peripheral vision, I could see Rain chatting with Kane, the two laughing and arguing.

Anyways, I'm at the cavern, talking to Maya Terraflame.

I had brought Allistair with me because I still don't trust Daryll to watch him. Not after he fed him a potion of levitation.

God dammit, Daryll.

By now, Allistair is two years old... and a very fussy two year old.

"Allistair," I said, probably for the billionth time. "Stop hitting me. You're not going to get ice cream by beating me up, you know."

"NO!!!!" He screamed, kicking me harder. "Want ice cweam!"

I gave Maya a tired look. "I've fought in war after war for the sake of humanity and yet parenthood is the thing that exhausts me the most. How?"

Maya chuckled. "Kids are an interesting case," she told me. "They can tire out anyone, even the best of the generals."

She wasn't wrong. Patrick was at home, passed out after watching Allistair earlier today while I was attending an Elytra Corps meeting.

Dexter had seen something suspicious, she wasn't sure what it was. But she had best described it as some sort of weird ominous glowing purple light that emitted and crackled with energy.