[ Warning: Suicide at the end ]
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"I love you. I should have told you sooner.... I-I..." In her arms trembled Themiscyra, dying. The Rogue General shuddered and tried her best to stop the bleeding. She'd helped choke the other General out. She'd tore her cloak to try to stem the bleeding. But she'd been too late, too slow to notice that she'd been injured. She'd got caught up in the moment, in the rage, in the thrill of battle. Andronicus couldn't save her, not this time. It wasn't good enough. She couldn't protect her sister and she hated it. She bent down at the tug, feeling the other knight's lips on hers. Silent tears streamed down her face and poured her heart into the one simple gesture.

"I will find you in the next life. I did it before. I'll always do it." She smiled at her then, and then went limp as her red eyes slid shut. Andronicus shook, craddling her sister's head in her lap. No... no... it wasn't... it couldn't be... her sister. She'd lost her sister. She had lost her, again. The sobs thundered through her chest and she bent over the dead woman.

It felt as though someone had plunged their hand into her chest and was corrupting her all over again. Her heart shattered in one burst of pain. Andronicus arched back, screaming to the sky. Her fingers dug into the cloth of Themiscyra civilian clothing as she cried. The battle raged around her, but Andronicus didn't care. The world could have ******** ended and she wouldn't have cared. Themiscyra was gone. She was dead. She was not coming back this lifetime.

This lifetime.

Slowly her sobs quieted, the shaking of her chest easing and falling to hiccups. Quietness fell over her, even as people clashed around her. The Rogue Knight pressed a kiss to Themiscyra's forehead and stood with her. She tucked her body out of harms way, safe until Ashur, the other Compact members, anyone who cared came to find her. She eased her down, covering her with the remaining of her cloak.

"We will find each other again, my sister. I swear it." She stood then. Sorrow caked her limbs, but it slowly turned into something far stronger. Rage. The Negaverse had taken her knighthood, had taken her Sentinels, had taken her sister. The Negaverse had tore everything she held dear from her and destroyed it. Rage surged through her veins, fueled by adrenaline.

She had no home, no family, no wonder. She had no sister now.

Andronicus bared her teeth as she searched for the portion of herself that held Chaos. The black swirl of energy that filled her veins was easy enough to find. She sank herself into it, letting her anger and sorrow consume it. The heat of it surged through her, and she let herself fall into it.

There wasn't a point in living without those.

She latched onto the Chaos seeping the air, the city, the damn world. She pulled on it from the Rift and opened up to it. The General made a simple plea to Metallia. Consume me, breath life into me, give me the strength to eradicate my enemies.

Metallia answered in kind. Power surged through her, changing her and lifting her to a level of power she didn't quite understand. She didn't need to. It warped her clothing, it tore at her polearm, it left its mark on her. She felt alive, she felt energize, and she felt powerful. The woman surged forward, snapping her eyes open at the pack of combatants in front of her. They would die. They would feel her pain, they would know anguish. She swung her poleaxe above her head with a scream and slammed the butt into the ground.

The ripple of air from the staff sent everyone in the group flying. Andronicus let out a howl of rage and glee, charging toward to lay waste to them. Chaos had given back her magic, given back a tie to her true calling. She was no longer lost to her power. The winds were hers to command and they would bleed for their transgressions. Chaos and Order alike fell under her swings. She was neither General nor General-Queen, but something in between, and she let it completely consume her. Her armor was bloody long before she was done.

They would bleed and die for this war, all of them. All were equal in the blame for her losses. No quarter would be given. Not for them.

Themiscyra... my sister...

Time passed slowly for her, covered in her rage fueled haze. So many fell before her, so many felt her pain and agony. Her rage could only last so long, as all rage did.

She collapsed next to Themiscyra's body, as the power borrowed from Metallia seeped away. The General panted, sagging against the wall. She was so tired, ever so tired. She bled from gashes, her shoulder was busted. She ached, she hurt, and all she wanted to was sleep. She wanted to sleep and never wake. Andronicus eyed her poleaxe and smile softly.

"See you soon, Themiscyra," she said quietly. Fingers gripped the shaft of the poleaxe and trembled. She hadn't considered ever taken her own life, yet here... here seemed like the best place. Next to her sister, her love, her friend. Tears rolled down her cheeks again. Andronicus lined up the sharp edge of the poleaxe with her chest.

She wasn't dying, no. She was going home.

The blade pierced her armor, flesh, and bone with a gasp. Pain and a chill filled her bones, and she slumped forward over the weapon. Her eyes fluttered closed, a hand falling towards Themi.

She opened her eyes to see her Sentinels smiling at her, to see her former self, Alexia, nodding at her. Members of the Compact popped up as well, and at the center of it all.

Themiscyra.

"Sorry it took so long... I'm home."

"Dying is as easy as falling," she heard someone say as the figures blurred together. She was so very tired... "It's like falling asleep, Alex, just like falling asleep." She gave a nod, closing her eyes.

And fell.

Whether near or far
I am always yours
Any change in time
We are young again

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