When a Pacifist Pulls Out the Knife...
by Dark_Sans
ao3:66740656 · 1,894 words
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Summary
This was strange, what was happening? Why was the SOUL attacking? They had never ordered them to do this in any fight until now. Even when the situation was difficult, even when their opponent seemed cruel and irredeemable, determined to kill them, the SOUL never made them raise their weapons for anything more than defense. Why was this happening now?
The Knight attacked, blows like snowflakes, like shuriken blades. The blades grazed close to them, but didn't touch anyone. The SOUL commanded, their bodies preparing for another attack.
Fear began to rise in Kris. Why? This didn't make sense, they couldn't understand it. They could see the faint red aura that showed the SOUL's control over them, they focused on sensing what was happening with it, the abrupt change in its attitude.
And when they finally reached the SOUL for long enough...
...They would be nothing but pure hatred being screamed to the heavens towards the Knight.
(Or, the Red SOUL tried to give mercy to the Knight over and over again to no avail. Eventually... Something snapped in it.)
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