The Mandalorian ~ Reader Inserts

Goddess (Part 2)

Troubles, Lies, and Buddies Oh My

Summary: Sometimes the unexpected has unforeseen turns.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2073

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"Where do you think you're going?"

Pausing for what seemed like hours he convinced himself to turn around. It was better to face an enemy than to keep your back to them. Or was it the other way around?

Facing the lake once more, only to find the haunting figure of a woman. (y/h/c) tendrils framing her gaunt face. (y/s/c) paled by-- what must be-- lack of sunlight. Spindly fingers were clenching into fists as she eyed him like her next meal.

Oh man, he really didn't need this right now. The poor creature in his arm was starting to sweat once again, the fever finally winning over. Rosy cheeks stared up at him as he trained his eyes on the girl. She emitted some kind of force that made him want to crumble under her gaze. But he had enough under-pressure experience to know how to play this kind of game.

"I asked you a question," a small smirk playing upon her lips as she started to walk towards him, an unimaginably white gown trailing behind her. "I don't get many... visitors, so what brings you here?"

The cold and moist air around him made the masked man clutch onto the small child in his arms closer to the cold Beskar he adorned. "Who the hell are you?" Slowly his arm stretched to his blaster holster, feeling like this was going to turn ugly fast.

A surprised looked etched on her face as her eyes locked onto the treasure in the crook of his arm. "Well, that is surprising. I don't have one of those in my collection."

Collection. Somehow he found that even more disturbing as she began to laugh. "Please, you don't seriously think I am going to let you get out of here. Plus, I only have two Mandalorians in my perfect gallery. You should feel honored to join them."

With a wave of her hand, the earth quaked. Small pebbles littered the floor as some even tinked upon his helmet. Grabbing the holstered gun he aimed at the mysterious woman, hoping that whomever she was had not been the cause of this, or else things just got unimaginably complicated.

He was surprised that the stalactites up above him did not fall and splashed into the sea of bodies but rather a large piece feel in front of the entrance cutting off his only known exit to this hellish place. It was hard to believe the situations he had been in and this one definitely topped the list. 

Once the rumbling stopped the armored man peered at the entity before him. Hands outstretched like she was presenting something, "Welcome to the Garden of Hell. With your very own Goddess of Death to talk to! Any mortal should be happy, your insignificant life is finally over."

Clasping her hands in front of her chest she let an eerily sweet smile rest upon her lips. He knew it was wrong. Actually, scratch that, it was demented, that he was feeling slightly intoxicated with the being before him. He couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was the way she presented herself, all cute and cuddly, disguising the lethal side of herself.

At first, he thought she was joking. Really? A 'Goddess of Death'? That isn't even a real thing. Slowly stepping closer to the exit he kept his weapon trained on her. "What-- what did you do?"

Smirking she turned back to the now shining lake, the cloudiness had come back now. Obscuring the frightful eyes of the deceased who had unfortunately wound up in the Goddesses' collection.