Fractured God

As Agnes kneeled with tears running down her eyes, Elizabeth looked on with indifference. She pulled her sword out and approached closer.

“Don't you think this is a bit far, Lizzy?” Ruby asked. She didn't seem too concerned and asked with the cadence of a teacher making sure you wanted to give your exam sheet after taking an uncomfortable amount of time glancing through it.

“Don't you think it'd be fair for her to experience the terror some of the people who were killed by her religion felt?” Elizabeth answered as she placed the blade on Agnes' shoulder.

(“Damn it, can't I get a quick death at least? Screw this shit! I had to join these motherfuckers because my parents didn't want me at home. Those bastards caused this. It's them you should kill, not me!!!”) She pathetically whined as she started hugging her. You might think she was trying to goad Elizabeth into killing but it was simply her trying to accept her death and seeking comfort in Elizabeth's arms.

Five minutes passed with Agnes crying into Elizabeth's lower stomach. Elizabeth was somewhat soaked in her tears and snot.

She eventually bore this and pushed her off and sent to the ground. Agnes immediately pushed off the floor and started running, for whatever good that would do.

Elizabeth stabbed the sword into the ground just above her shoulder with Agnes crawling into it, hurting her shoulder. She began wailing on the floor, rolling around and clutching her shoulder.

“Ahhhh, Help Mmeeee!” She shouted as she tossed around the dirt.

“Alright that's enough, we don't need anyone coming out here,” Elizabeth commented as she crouched down.

She reached her hand to Agnes’s shoulder and healed it. Agnes looked on in fear, does she intend to heal her over and over when she-

“I'd say I'm sorry but, frankly I don't owe you people anything.”

Before Agnes could faint from the fear, Elizabeth continued.

“But it seems you were a great help to Tibaut. Tell me the truth about you and I'll let you leave here tofay.”

Agnes took a second to catch her breath and looked on in confusion.

“Y-you're not gonna kill me?”

“Actually, wait a moment.” Elizabeth as she turned to Ruby. “Go get him, I don't want him thinking he'll get off scot-free for doing something like this.”

The tall lady nodded and made her way inside.

A few moments later Tibaut exited and his face immediately soured upon seeing the scene. Ruby dragged him over and forced him on his knees beside Agnes.

“Haha, wow, what are you doing to Agne-”

“I can't believe this Tibaut. You really had the gall to bring one of our enemies back with us. Do you have any idea-”

At the end of the chewing out, Tibaut was left on the flow with his eyes glazed over. He resembled a crumpled-up piece of garbage.

Agnes meanwhile, was finishing up her telling of events that led to her joining the cult and her role in it.

“I see. Is that true Tibuat?”

“As far as I know…” He responded with unnerving tranquillity. It seemed the soul had left the body and all that remained was a withered husk.

Elizabeth sighed.

“Tibaut, listen, I’d appreciate it if you let me in on information like this. What would you have done if this woman turned out to be that man in black?”

“I'm sorry.” he weakly responded. There wasn't life in his responses. Elizabeth even contemplated healing him.

“Well, that's settled right?” Ruby asked.

“Indeed. I can confirm she's nothing more than a grunt who happened to be forced into this. You don't mind if she stays with you, do you?”

“Of course not. It's better than throwing her into some jail cell.”

“H-huh? You're not going to kill me!?” She exclaimed.

“No, though it comes at a cost. Tell us all the information you have on the… actually, it'd be more convenient if you wrote it all down. Between you and that man we captured, we should get something usable.”

Agnes fell limply to the floor and began slithering over to Tibaut to hug him. She didn't care how shameless she looked; that was the only thing that stopped her from having a heart attack.

“She really is quite fond of him,” Elizabeth commented on seeing the display.

“Well, she seemed to be bitching about her old life so maybe she's just grateful to him for taking her out of it,” Ruby answered, trying her best to hide the real reason.

Elizabeth turned her attention to Tibaut and walked over to him. She stood over the pair and looked into his weak eyes.

“Get up Tibaut. I'm sure you won't take my advice so readily, so I'll do my best to make sure you're at least strong enough to make this type of mistake and get away with it.”

She dragged on his hand and he soon got up.

“I'll try to take some heat off you, Agnes.” He whispered before getting up.

She gently let him go as she watched him walk off.

“S-so you knew?” Agnes asked.

“Yup,” Ruby answered as she lifted her up. “Elizabeth wanted me to watch you. Honestly, I could have just locked you in a room with Tibaut and my job would have been done.” She said as she shook her head and held her hands out.

“Shut up you- you- you used condom of a woman!” Agnes exclaimed. Had the pair become great friends in a short time or was this how she talked to all women she felt comfortable with?

“You say that like getting laid is a bad thing. You should try it sometime.”

She said as she squeezed her cheek. Agnes tried to take her fingers off but she could only struggle.

After the impromptu training was over, Tibaut dragged himself back inside to see…

(“Am I seeing this correctly?”) He thought.