User blog:CJCroen1393/Her Inner Turmoil

'''My attempt at writing an Evillious fanfic. I'm writing this off the top of my head. Read through the whole thing for a surprise...'''

The dictator stands upon her precipice, the people fighting for her nation listening intently to her words.

"As Fuehrer of the Elphegortian people and Chancellor of the Tasan Party," she says passionately, "I can thank God at this moment that he has so wonderfully blessed us in our hard struggle for what is our right, and beg Him that we and all other nations may find the right way, so that not only the people of Elphegort but all Bolganio may once more be granted the blessing of peace."

The people cheer. She raises a fist in the air and the people follow suit. She then dismisses them, and retires to her quarters.

She looks up at her banner, a flag of red with a white circle. Within the circle is the insignia of a golden key crossing a silver bladed knife. The same insignia is on her armband, which is worn by all members of her army.

She had achieved so much.

She had gone from a lowly assassin to the most powerful person in Elphegort.

She had gotten her revenge for...that event.

She was on her way to eliminating sin. Once and for all.

If only that voice would stop hounding her.

"Nem...?"

Speak of the Devil.

"Go away." she says, plainly. She doesn't even turn around to look at him.

"No. I won't leave until we talk."

"Go away."

"Please, Nem," he pleads with her, "I want you to talk to me."

"I said, 'go away'. Don't make me say it again."

If it were anyone else, Nemesis would make threats. She'd threaten to gun him down on the spot. Threaten to send guards after him. Threaten to send him to prison, only to subsequently be put to death.

But there is no way those threats would hold any weight with this man.

After all, she is still sane enough to know that you can't execute a man who is already...

She shakes her head and lets that thought die.

Silence. Then, he speaks again.

"Nem, please," he says, "I want to know."

"What is there to know?" she asks, sardonically, still not giving him the dignity of turning to look at him, "I've taken my revenge. I managed to give you peace after..." she pauses, uncomfortably, then regains her composure, "it happened."

"Nem...what happened to you?"

"Hmm?" she asks, surprised by this question.

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing," she says, "I just managed to figure out that sin permeates this Hell we call a world. The only way to get rid of it is to destroy them. All of those evil sinners. They deserve to die."

"You weren't always like this, Nem," he responds, "What happened to the beautiful, stoic young woman I fell in love with?"

It is at this point that she turns around, losing her patience. She sees him. His beautiful, rounded face. His long dark purple hair tied in a loose ponytail, the bangs falling over his eyes in the charming way they always did. He is wearing a purple yukata from their summer by the fireworks, instead of the detective uniform she last saw him in when...IT happened. He's exactly as she remembers him...but on his face is no longer a gentle smile. He looks sad.

"She's dead," she says angrily to him, "she died long ago. She died when you--"

Silence again. She feels tears form in her eyes. She turns around again and grits her teeth. Why is he doing this to her? He is supposed to be dead. Dead and buried. He isn't supposed to be talking to her like this. Why is he torturing her?

But...is he torturing her? Or is it all in her head?

Has her guilty conscience taken the form of the man she loved? Trying to tell her that what she is doing is wrong?

Or perhaps, has she simply gone mad?

She feels a hand on her shoulder. It feels...good. She hasn't felt his touch in so long. Not after...IT happened.

But tears still stream from her face and with a jolt of anger she remembers that he's not real. Her momentary calm turns back into rage and all that pain comes flooding back.

She snarls angrily and picks up a paperweight from her desk.

"Get. Out."

She turns and throws the paperweight at him. The paperweight hits the adjacent wall with a loud crash.

There is no one in the room but her. There is no trace of a man in a yukata being in the room with her. She is alone.

She takes a moment to regain her composure. She then sits down at the desk quietly, not saying a word or doing anything.

She knows that in a moment, somebody is going to run into her office to ask her about the crash. She cross that bridge when she gets to it. She certainly won't tell them that a ghost entered her office and she threw a paperweight at him.

She wasn't going to tolerate anyone believing that their Fuhrer was a lunatic.

She just calmly starts picking up papers from her desk and absentmindedly writes possible excuses on them, trying to make it look as though she is busy.

He'll be back.

She knows he will.

Whether that is a good or bad thing is what she doesn't know.

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'''Spoiler alert! The surprise was my drawing! (yes I drew that)'''

Notes about the fic:
 * 1) Nemesis' speech is actually a nearly word-for-word quote from Adolf Hitler himself (I felt kinda dirty looking up Hitler's quotes TBH). I was gonna just have Nemesis do a random speech about how all the sinners in Evillious must be eradicated but I felt like it would be more interesting to use a real quote as a point of reference. I mostly just went to Wikiquote and picked the speech that I thought would fit Nemesis the best.
 * 2) I was going to have the crowd shout "HEIL NEMESIS!" but that felt like it would be going a bit too far.
 * 3) Obviously, Nemesis' Tasan insignia was based on the infamous Swastika, only instead it's a key and a knife forming an "X" shape. Just my way of incorporating the Vessel of Wrath into the story.
 * 4) Lover Boy calling Nemesis "Nem" was just an idea that sounded cute in my head.
 * 5) Lover Boy has purple hair because I'm still convinced that he was a Gakupo character and no one can tell me otherwise.
 * 6) As you can see, Nemesis doesn't like talking about the night her lover died. Poor Nemesis :(