𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞

I can see the future

𓇢𓆸 𓆤 𖧧 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𖧧 𓍊𓋼 𔓘

𝔸𝕊 the thunder rumbled in the night sky, Philo and Melody were escorted to the police department. Officers led them inside, drawing the attention of onlookers within the building. Sergeant Dombey guided them, and they soon found themselves facing the chief.

"You know we didn't do this," Philo asserted. The chief, visibly angered, responded, "What I know is you both withheld facts material to this case. Looked me straight in the eye and fucking lied." Philo, maintaining a hint of a smile, retorted, "Because I knew what would happen if I didn't." The chief's anger intensified. "Don't put this on me, you fucking half-blood piece of shit," he spat. In the background, indistinct murmuring echoed. "Take them downstairs," the chief ordered, and the sergeant nodded, leading them away as they were forcefully grabbed.

Descending to the lower level, Philo and Melody were greeted by other prisoners, a mix of man and fae. "Log him in. Former Inspector Rycroft Philostrate and his sister Melody Querelle," the sergeant instructed an officer, casting a disdainful glance at the siblings. Melody shot him an angry look as the officer inquired, "Where should I put them?"

"With the fucking Critches, where they belong. On second thought... put him in here with these fine gents," the sergeant pointed to a cell occupied by men Philo had apprehended in the past. Philo was led there, surrounded by the faces of those he had once captured.

Meanwhile, the sergeant approached Melody and roughly grabbed her jaw to face him. "You know, I thought there was something between us," he remarked. Melody, unimpressed, retorted, "Yeah, disgust." She head-butted him, causing him to release his grip and groan in pain. Enraged, he retaliated by slapping her hard across the face. He then came behind her, tearing the top part of her dress, revealing her wings. Without hesitation, he threw her into another cell, leaving her to fall and clutch the front of her dress to maintain some modesty. "All right, let's go for a smoke," Dombey declared, and the officers followed him, leaving Philo and Melody confined in the harsh environment of the police department's cells.

Emerging from the shadows in another cell, Vign walked forward and shouted a warning to Philo about an imminent attack from his prison mates. "Philo! Behind you!" Philo swiftly responded, taking the warning to heart. Just as an assailant lunged at him, Philo expertly grabbed the man's arm, breaking it, and delivered a powerful punch, thwarting the attack. The other prisoners watched from their cells, cheering on the unfolding fight.

As the brawl continued, Philo held his ground until he was the last one standing. The cheering gradually ceased, and Philo exchanged a nod of gratitude with Vign. Melody, witnessing the spectacle, looked at the two with relief and offered a smile. Vign's attention shifted to Melody as he noticed her in the cell next to his. "Melody!" he exclaimed, rushing towards her. She reciprocated, and they embraced through the bars that separated them. Vign, concerned for her well-being, took off his jacket and handed it to her. She accepted it with a grateful smile, saying, "Thank you."

However, Vign's smile faded as he noticed her bruised and injured face. He gently brought his hands to her face, his tone filled with venom as he asked, "Who?" Melody leaned her forehead against his and sighed, shaking her head. "I'm okay, my love," she reassured him. Though still angry, Vign remained silent, sighing in response

As a few moments passed, Sergeant Dombey and another officer arrived, their cheerful demeanor abruptly fading as they witnessed the defeated men on the ground and Philo sitting on a bench. Disappointed, Dombey sighed before pulling a lever, opening a door next to Philo's cell that led to another one containing fae folk, including Vign.

"Get in there with your own kind. Now," Dombey commanded, and Philo complied, standing up and walking into the cell. The door shut and locked behind him. Philo approached Vign, who was standing at the end of the cell next to Melody.

"Thanks... for looking out for me back there," Philo expressed his gratitude to Vign. Vign replied with a smirk, "I didn't want to see you dead just yet." The two shared a brief chuckle before Vign asked, "What the hell are you two doing here?" Melody, with a playful glare, responded, "I was about to ask you the same thing." She reached her hand through the bars, and Vign smiled, grabbing her hand. Despite the dire circumstances, a sense of camaraderie emerged among the three as they faced the challenges together.

"You mother. I'm so sorry," Vign said to Philo, expressing his sympathy. Vign continued, "They can't really think that you two killed her."
Philo sighed, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "To cover up our secret. Can't say I blame them; it all adds up if you think about it. The headmaster, the doctor who sheared us, they all knew the truth about us." Vign spoke up, trying to make sense of the unfolding tragedy. "Still, working with you all this time, they should know you."

Philo looked down, wrestling with his own guilt. "They thought they did. I lied to them. Sometimes there's no coming back from that." He glanced at Vign and then at Melody before turning away. Vign sighed, realizing the complexity of the situation and the challenges they faced.

However, the chief and some officers entered, making their way to Philo's cell. "Philo," the chief spoke, "Your landlady just filed a statement that could potentially see you clear of this mess." Philo looked at the man, rising from the bench where he had been sitting, while Melody and Vign observed the interaction.

"You said you two didn't do these killings," the chief continued. Philo affirmed, "You know we didn't."
"Not Morange?" the chief inquired.

"No," Philo replied.

"Not the headmaster?" the chief pressed further. Philo again answered with a firm no. The chief continued his questioning, "Or the Pix, Aisling Querelle?" Philo sighed with annoyance and replied in the negative. The chief, seemingly skeptical, confronted Philo with another accusation. "So it's not true that you're her son and Melody's brother, then? That was just something the Fyfe woman made up because of a quarrel?"

Philo locked eyes with the chief and responded, "Aisling Querelle was my mother. Melody is my sister. I am what I am." Melody and Vign both smiled at Philo's unwavering declaration. As the chief prepared to leave in anger, Philo interjected, "The Darkasher's still out there." The chief shouted back, "Enough of your half-blood shit! I trusted you! I believed in you!" With that, he turned away, and the officers followed suit.

Vign walked over to Philo, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder, and smiled. Philo returned the smile and nodded, glancing at Melody, who looked at him with pride in her eyes.

Melody called Philo over, and both he and Vign approached her. She addressed Philo, saying, "Mom would've been proud of you, Philo. I know that I am." She smiled, and Philo responded, "I just wish we could have given her justice. We were getting so close. I always wondered who our father was. If he was a soldier, a poet. Now I know he was just a piece of shit."
Melody looked at Philo, and Vign interjected, "You think it was your father who did these killings?" Philo turned to look at Vign and replied, "It's the only thing that makes sense. They all knew about us. His half-fae bastard children." Vign corrected him, "Don't say that. He's the bastard."

"One with a fuck lot to lose to go as far as to kill three innocent people just to protect his own reputation. What I can't understand is why he didn't come after me or Melody first. Why didn't that thing kill us in the tunnel the other night? Unless..." Philo began to speak before Melody prompted, "Unless what?" Philo paused, deep in thought, before continuing, "Unless he didn't know who we were. That's why he needed their livers. So he could read their secrets and follow them to us." He scoffed, "Then it's not over. Sooner or later, he's gonna send that thing after us."

Melody expressed her concern, stating, "Unless they hang us first." Vign tightened his grip on Melody's hand, signaling his support. Their attention shifted as Berwick called out to Philo, and Philo responded, "Berwick." Berwick warned them, "Watch yourself, both of you. Dombey's out to make sure you two don't see a trial. He's gonna try something." Philo sighed, and Melody reassured Berwick, "You're a good man." Berwick nodded before addressing Philo once more, "Sorry I couldn't do more for you, mate." Philo acknowledged with a nod before Berwick left.

ଓ༉‧.⭒ֶָ֢⋆.

"I was feeling like I'd finally found a place in this city. That's when I saw the sign. Treasures of Tirnanoc. Everything I'd lived and breathed for, that I'd spent my entire life trying so hard to protect... put into glass boxes for a bunch of idiots to gawk at. Like some fucking circus sideshow." Vign spoke to Melody as he sighed and leaned his head against hers. She placed her hand on his cheek, and he brought her palm to his lips, kissing it.

"Do you ever think about Tirnanoc?" Vign's voice was barely above a whisper, and his hand trembled as he wiped away the single tear that traced its way down his cheek. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for something, anything, to keep him anchored in this fragile moment. Melody's gaze softened, but the weight of her heartache clouded her eyes.

"All the time," she replied, her voice strained, as though each word cost her a part of herself. Her fingers brushed the edge of the cold stone wall beside her, but her thoughts were far away. "I wish I made it to the stone garden..." Her voice faltered, and she glanced down, feeling the sting of regrets that had haunted her for so long.

Vign's heart clenched at the pain in her voice, the sorrow that never truly left her. "Oh, Melody..." His hand gently cupped her chin, lifting her face so their eyes could meet. The tenderness in his gaze was a silent promise—a vow to stay, to be the one thing she could still hold onto. "We got each other now, my love." His words, though simple, wrapped around her like a fragile thread, binding them in a moment of peace amid the chaos.

She managed a small smile, the kind that barely touched her eyes but still carried the faintest glimmer of the woman she once was. Yet the serenity was fleeting, shattered by the unmistakable sound of boots crunching against the stone floor. Dombey's voice rang out, cold and impersonal, as he delivered the inevitable:

"Transfer order... for Rycroft Philostrate and Melody Querelle."

Vign's heart dropped, his arms instinctively pulling her closer. "They're coming for you," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of the world. He could feel his pulse quicken, his breath shallow. The thought of losing her again—of being separated by forces beyond their control—gnawed at him, tightening like a vise around his chest.

Melody met his gaze, her eyes filled with a sorrow that seemed to mirror his own. "I know," she whispered back, her voice trembling as she smiled.

The sound of the gate unlocking, the jarring clang of steel against stone, marked the moment she knew there was no escape. Guards entered, their faces hard, emotionless, as they seized Philo, pulling him away with a brutal efficiency that tore at Melody's heart. She barely had time to register the sorrow in his eyes before the cold steel of the guards' hands closed around her.

"No..." Vign's voice cracked as he clung to her, his fear a tidal wave threatening to drown him. "Stay with me. Stay with me," she pleaded, her voice soft but resolute, as if this final plea could somehow hold back the inevitable.

His grip on her tightened, as if by sheer will he could defy what was coming. His voice, desperate and raw, broke the silence. "Melody..." His eyes shone with unspoken love, but also with a deep, primal fear that threatened to undo him.

The officers moved forward, their hands cold and impersonal as they began to drag her away. Vign's protests grew louder, frantic, his love turning into a fierce storm. "Get off her. Don't touch her. Don't touch her!" His fists pushed against the officers, but it was useless. Their cold hands snapped cuffs onto her wrists, a cruel finality to the moment.

Melody's voice, soft but filled with love, reached him across the widening gap between them. "My love," she whispered, her eyes filled with a sorrowful, resigned love.

Vign's chest tightened as he tried to hold on to her, his fingers brushing the cold, unforgiving bars that separated them. "Let go of her! Please, Melody!" His voice broke, the words barely escaping through the crack in his throat. Panic and despair clawed at him, like a cruel reminder of all the times he'd almost lost her.

The officers placed a dark sack over her head, obscuring her face, and his world seemed to tilt on its axis. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her last, fleeting presence, but it was already too late. They were taking her, taking the light from his life, just as they had once done before.

"Wait! Get your hands off her. Come back!" Vign's voice shattered the silence, raw and desperate. His eyes searched the darkened hallway, his heart pounding in his chest as they dragged her away from him. His hands gripped the bars, knuckles white, and his breath came in ragged gasps. "Where are you taking her? Melody..." The words hung in the air, unspoken prayers that seemed to offer no salvation.

Tears ran down his face, blurring his vision, as he watched the officers disappear with her, his world crumbling around him. "Melody..." The word escaped his lips in a broken sob, the weight of his loss threatening to suffocate him. His eyes turned to Dombey, but the man's face was a mask of indifference. No sympathy. No mercy. Just the coldness of a system that cared for nothing but obedience.

Vign's gaze burned with hatred, the fire of a thousand emotions igniting within him. He wanted to tear the world apart, to make Dombey feel the pain that churned inside him. But it was all for nothing. Dombey turned away, leading the officers out of the cell, leaving Vign standing there, helpless, as the last shred of his world slipped through his fingers.

As the door clanged shut, sealing Melody's fate, Vign collapsed against the bars, his sobs echoing in the empty cell. The feeling of loss was a familiar ache, one he thought he'd conquered, but now it was back, more unbearable than ever. He was alone again, the love of his life taken from him. And all that remained was the haunting memory of her whispered words, "I love you," before she was gone.

ଓ༉‧.⭒ֶָ֢⋆.

In the carriage, Melody only heard sounds around her, and tears ran down her face as she thought of everyone she loved, contemplating that this was the end. She waited in the silence, feeling the weight of despair. However, the journey became long, and she heard the sounds of crows and the wind blowing through the leaves. Eventually, the carriage came to a stop. The door opened, and they were led out, the officers guiding them toward what sounded like a house.

The door creaked open, and Melody could hear the echo of their footsteps as they walked up the stairs. Finally, they arrived in a room and were seated in chairs. The officers lifted the bags that covered their heads. Melody's vision was a bit blurry, but as it cleared, she saw a figure approaching. As the figure came into focus, she recognized him as Absalom Breakspear, the Chancellor of The Burgue's Parliament.

𓇢𓆸 𓆤 𖧧 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𖧧 𓍊𓋼 𔓘

By: SIlverMist707