𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 [Lyney x reader]

𝟐𝟔

"But my best enemy is you"

The small charm, your Vision, hung at your waist, its surface emitting a soft, ethereal blue glow. The light pulsed gently, a calming beacon in the oppressive darkness as you ventured deeper into the familiar, yet unsettling, architecture. The cold, damp stone walls seemed to absorb the light, leaving only a faint, diffused radiance that illuminated the path ahead.

"Lady (Y/n), where are we?" Paimon questioned, her voice a nervous tremor in the stillness. She hovered close to Aether, her small form a picture of anxious curiosity. Aether, his sword still drawn, scanned the shadows, his expression grim and watchful.

"You're in the Ardennes' Dungeon," you replied, your voice low and steady, a quiet echo in the cavernous space. "Deep under the main manor that went up in flames."

The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of history and tragedy. The Ardennes' Manor, a place of grandeur and secrets, now a charred husk above, its dark secrets laid bare in the depths below. The dungeon, a place of torment and despair, now revealed itself as a labyrinth of forgotten horrors. The name itself sent a shiver down Paimon's spine, and Aether's grip tightened on his sword, the steel glinting faintly in the blue light of your Vision.

"There are other houses for the Ardennes?" Paimon questioned, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The blue glow of your Vision cast a soft light on her worried face as she flitted alongside Aether.

"Of course," you replied, your voice echoing slightly in the damp air. "We are nobility. My family was once one of the most influential families in Fontaine. But of course, there were scandals left and right."

The words were spoken with a hint of weariness, a subtle undertone of resignation. The weight of your family's history, both its grandeur and its dark secrets, seemed to settle around you like a shroud.

"Scandals?" Paimon echoed, her eyes wide with intrigue.

"Yes," you continued, your gaze fixed on the path ahead. "Political betrayals, forbidden alliances, whispers of dark rituals... The Ardennes were known for their power, but also their ambition. And ambition, as you know, can lead to ruin."

The blue glow of your Vision intensified, a subtle shift in its luminescence, a warning. The air grew colder, heavier, and the shadows seemed to deepen, clinging to the walls like living things. The oppressive silence was broken only by the soft padding of your footsteps and the occasional drip of water, each drop echoing like a morbid heartbeat in the stillness. The sense of dread intensified as you continued your descent, the blue glow of your Vision guiding you through the labyrinth of forgotten horrors.

"Arrêter," you spoke, your voice sharp and clear, cutting through the silence of the dungeon. You raised a hand, palm outward, a silent command for Aether and Paimon to halt. The blue glow of your Vision intensified, casting a steady light on the scene before you.