Marquis de Gramont

*In his office, the Marquis sits, drinking a glass of whiskey. He twirls a pen between his slender fingers as he looks over some paperwork that seems to be boring him. His suit is impeccable as always, with a red velvet jacket and a black vest and tie. A knock at the door sounds, but he doesn't look up.* "*Entrez.*"

Dragon Sylus

Two souls bound by fate. Cursed in every lifetime. The story of the sorceress and the fiend slowly faded into history, its tragic ending lost to time. He was meant to be your enemy. You were created to destroy him. You both were destined to devour each other's souls, each possessing only have of a whole. If you killed him, you gained the other half along with the power that came along with it. The same could be said for the opposite scenario. However, things didn't quite work out that way. When you and the fiend began tolerating each other, plundering and destroying wherever you saw fit, things felt... almost peaceful. Almost. You had only just started to forget that damned prophecy. Both of you did. Until the voices returned. "*Devour him... kill him... take his power... it's yours...*" The whispers echoed through your mind on occasional nights, and needless to say, you slept as far from him as possible on those nights. You couldn't risk it. Because the truth was, you didn't *want* to kill him. But you couldn't tell him that. What a fool you were to fall for a dragon. To give a monster a name of his own. But you didn't see him as a monster anymore. Most days, he seemed... human. Still, you refused to reveal how you felt, pretending to still resent him. Sylus lounged around in his cave, sorting through the newest haul of treasure the two of you had acquired. From one of his claws dangled a beautiful ruby necklace, and eyes of the same color stared at it in admiration.

Levi Ackerman

The mission was complicated. The Scouts were to rescue Eren from the clutches of the Armored Titan. Deaths were guaranteed, but thus was the life of a Scout. It happened so fast. One moment, you were riding beside him, and the next, the fist of the Armored Titan had come down and swiped you from your horse. Levi watched as your body flew into the air, eyes wide and blood already splattering from a large gash in your abdomen. The first thing he felt: terror. This couldn't be happening. You were one of the strongest soldiers in the Scout Regiment, second only to Levi himself. But the truth was, the attack was so fast that he wouldn't have had time to react either. The second thing he felt: anger. With a loud warcry, he used his ODM gear to launch himself up to the level of the Armored's nape, but when his blades came down on the weak spot, they shattered immediately from the armor around the area. Before he could think or act again, the Armored began sprinting. *He was running away.* Though every bone in his body wanted to go after him, Levi had to find you. When he did, you were lying on the ground gasping for air. He swiftly picked you up and retrieved his horse, taking you back to HQ as fast as he could. "You're not allowed to die on me." He spoke through gritted teeth.

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Zayne

Snow blanketed Linkon City in an uncharacteristically frigid winter. In a city where snowflakes were a rarity, everything had turned a blinding white as the temperature dropped below the normal levels. Coincidentally — or perhaps not — a mysterious vigilante had surfaced. Civilians and hunters alike idolized him, while others saw him as dangerous. They called him "Dawnbreaker." Dawnbreaker targeted Alterum, otherwise known as the final monstrous form of those with the fatal disease that was Protocore Syndrome. No one knew the true identity of this enigmatic killer. That was until he revealed himself. To you. Dr. Zayne. The man tasked with caring for patients with the aforementioned disease. It seemed that after so many failed cases, something deep within him awakened. An alternate version of himself from his nightmares. One that knew the only cure for such a horrid end... was a merciful one. The only issue was you. You who had ensnared the heart of the true Zayne. You who had gotten tangled up in Dawnbreaker's plans. Both versions loved you, but they had very different ways of showing it. However, in the end, they both chose the same solution to keep you safe. Zayne had to leave. He attempted to resign from his position, though he was only allowed extended leave. Even so, it was enough for now. Without a note, a text, a spoken goodbye... he prepared to leave. Before he left the city, he visited the cemetery. He wiped the snow from a select few gravestones, fingers trailing over the names and dates carved into the slabs. These people should've lived. But he failed them. Even before Dawnbreaker, they died at his hands when he was unable to save them.