Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

Sheol arcs downward, the blade gleams with dreadful light as it plummets toward Morvena's neck.

NO!

Damn it!

I didn't think she'd actually do it.

I didn't think Alter would come up with something this reckless, this final!

She's going to kill her.

She's really going to kill her!

And words won't reach her now. She's already crossed the line. Whatever I say, whatever I scream, it won't stop her.

I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.

I HAVE TO TAKE CONTROL!

Panic surges through me, sharp and blinding. Desperation coils tight in my chest like barbed wire. My soul thrashes, pushing, reaching, grasping for anything. Anything to break through, anything to stop this.

And then, just as the blade is about to connect—

CLANG!

Steel crashes into flesh.

A sharp, searing pain tears through us like lightning shot straight into our bones.

"WHAT?!" Alter gasps, eyes wide in disbelief.

The sword has sunk deep. But not into Morvena.

Into us.

Into our own arm.

"FELICIA?!" she screams, fury shaking her voice. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"I CAN'T LET YOU KILL HER!" I shout back. "DON'T BE STUPID, ALTER!"

Right now, I only have partial control, just one arm, the left arm.

But it's enough.

I have thrown into the path of the blade. It was the only way.

I couldn't stop the swing, but I could block it.

However…

The sword bit deep.

Gods… it hurts!

So fucking much…

I feel it cleave through muscle, grind against bone. The pain is unbearable. Every nerve screams. It's like my arm is being shredded from the inside out—like it's on fire, breaking apart under the force of a divine weapon!

I thought I'd lose it, thought I'd watch this arm fall to the ground, useless and ruined.

But somehow… the arm is still alive.

Azazel's Guard has absorbed most of the impact, and the demonic power in our blood is reinforcing the bone, tightening the sinew, just barely enough to stop Sheol from cutting clean through.

However…

Alter doesn't like this at all. Now, she's pissed.

She snarls.

She doesn't stop!

She grits her teeth, her will flaring again, and tries to push the blade further—tries to finish the strike and tear my arm out of the way!

Fuck! She's trying to erase me.

So of course, I fight back!

I reach with all I have for the other arm, trying to take control of it as well, the one still gripping the sword's hilt.

I force my will into the muscle, into the tendons, into the fingers.

Basically, we're wrestling now, locked in the most terrifying struggle imaginable.

Me versus her.

Same body.

Same pain.

But different souls.

"LET IT GO!" she roars.

"NO—YOU LET IT GO!" I scream back, every inch of my spirit thrown into the words.

And slowly…

I push harder.

And somehow, her grip starts to falter.

The strength in her fingers begins to loosen.

My presence spreads, inch by inch, overtaking her.

"FUCK!!" Alter howls, her scream echoing through both the air and our skull like a siren.

"WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! WHY, FELICIA?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME DO THIS?!"

"UNDERSTAND WHAT?!" I shout. "WHAT IS THERE TO UNDERSTAND, ALTER?! THIS ISN'T LOVE—THIS IS DESPAIR! THIS IS GIVING UP!"

"YES! I'M GIVING UP!" she screams back. "I'M GIVING UP TORTURING HER!"

"NO! YOU'RE WRONG! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS!" I cry, heart pounding. "IF YOU WON'T PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, I WILL TAKE FULL CONTROL—AND I WON'T LET YOU NEAR HER!"

"ARGGHHH!!! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!!"

Alter shrieks.

Her voice cracks and breaks, raw with frustration, her rage boiling over into curses thrown wildly at my name.

But then, when the anger fails her, she starts to beg.

"Please! Please!" she sobs, her voice trembling, desperate. "Just let me finish it! I can't live like this anymore. I can't. I—"

Her words crumble. A raw, broken sound escapes her throat, slicing through the silence like shattered glass.

But I don't move.

I don't waver.

Right, no matter how much she curses me, no matter how much she pleads, I won't give in! I refuse!

And then… slowly, inevitably, breathtakingly… I win.

The fight ends.

Her grip loosens, the sword slips from our hand. Sheol crashes to the ground beside us, its ominous glow fading into stillness.

Meanwhile, Alter collapses.

She falls to her knees, her whole body trembling. Her hands fall limp at her sides. Her head bows low, shadowed by the grief pressing down on her shoulders.

And then—

She cries.

She cries like a lost child, with loud, aching sobs that echo endlessly through the hollow dark. It's as if her soul has been shattered, crushed, and now all that's left is the sound of it breaking.

And of course… I can only stay there.

I don't say anything.

There are no words that can fix this, no comfort that can take the pain away.

So I stay, quietly….

Gently holding the pain with her…

Feeling every ache, every throb of our shared heart.

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Fuck… that was close.

Too close!

I don't know how I pulled that off.

But thank the gods I did.

If I had to guess… maybe it's because Alter's soul has finally reached its limit. Earlier, she mentioned something—something about only being able to stay in control for about two hours. And judging by how unstable she got just now, her time must be almost up. She's weakening…

And that gave me just enough room to act.

Still… about the arm I used to stop the swing… it's a mess now.

The blade cut deep, bone-deep. And yet, thanks to the demonic energy coursing through us, the wound is already trying to regenerate. The burning pain is fading into a dull throb now, but my fingers… they won't move. Not properly, not yet.

It'll take time before they work again.

Now that I think about it…

What I did… yeah… reckless is an understatement.

I knew I couldn't overpower her, so there's no way I would be able to halt the blade if I didn't do that, throwing my arm into the path of the sword and praying it would be enough to stop her.

And somehow… it was.

As foolish as it sounds… I'm glad I did it.

Because if I hadn't, if I hesitated for even a second, Morvena's head would be on the ground right now.

Her blood would be on our hands.

And Alter… she'd never recover from that.