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peacesmith · 3 months

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MS. DEATH

GENRE — uhhh idk not fluff, not angst, canon i guess

CHARACTERS — saccharine death

PAIRING — none

CONENT WARNING — mentions of murder, death (a lot), pregnancy (?), saccharine kills like two people okay

NOTES — i really really like how this turned out, it’s really just a backstory on how saccharine became the villain for TSK and somewhat why, idk just read it

TAGGING — @its-that-guy-again @bambikisses66 @leftsidebonfire

Saccharine has never found a place to call home. Death seemed to follow her everywhere, literally.

Death wasn’t even her last name, at least not legally. Not yet. Not in the early 2000’s. She didn’t know her last name, just changing it wherever she went. Whatever human she married, she couldn’t bother to remember the first names of anyone. They weren’t important anyways if their blood would be on her hands anyways.

It’s all so stupid. Human customs were weird, especially in the early 2000’s. Americans were even weirder. Modern women were terrible, as a woman herself, she thought they were terrible.

Back in her time, women were allowed to be tall and intimidating. Now they were all petite and dated men 15x times their height. She never understood. Saccharine would prefer a man who was just as intimidating as her, height be damned. If he couldn’t stoop up to her level, then he’s pathetic. And pathetic, weak people, needed to be removed. Especially when she’s on a mission.

She only married the men to get close to their friends, to get close to them in general. To find someone who was strong. Mentally and physically. But all she came across was pathetic, worthless humans. She thought that maybe her presence would bring out someone who had powers. But no luck.

With a sigh, Saccharine drops the head of the man she just married a few days ago. It was a grueling process. Luckily the man was desperate enough to marry her within a year of knowing each other. Overdosing didn’t work, the man had a strong tolerance for drugs. She should’ve known. So she took matters into her own hands.

Her sword grazes the floor before putting it back into her sheath. She’ll go undetected. She wasn’t in the system anyways. Her body died over a century ago. She was pronounced dead over a century ago. Whatever, that’s irrelevant to her right now. And for the rest of her life, or lives in this case.

Cleaning the sword was the least of her worries at the moment. Right now, she had to figure out her next plan of action. She didn’t mean to kill the guy so quickly, he was just… unbearable to be with, to look at. He whined so much that she couldn’t take it anymore. ‘What was for dinner?’ ‘You’re not gonna do your makeup?’ ‘Can we go out to eat?’ It was all so frustrating. So she just decided to kill him. Easiest plan of action really. But now, where will she go from here?

“Pizdets.” She muttered out in her native tongue before walking away. Making her way to the bathroom. She opens the door with her bloodied hand and walks inside. Looking at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like hell. Watching as her third eye opens up.

Something wasn’t right. Her third eye pupil was… dilated. It’s never dilated. Not until now. The Russian glares at her reflection as she tries to figure out the issue.

Although her thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening. A woman screaming and crying. Must’ve been his mistress. Great another inconvenience. She’ll worry about the third eye later, right now, she had another nuisance to get rid of.

Somehow, she ended up in North Carolina. A state she was unfamiliar with. Given that she hated traveling, she didn’t have much of a choice.

Saccharine looks around at all of the people, walking, driving, drinking and whatnot. They were all wearing some sort of revealing clothing. Girls barely wore shorts, they were so small it seemed like underwear. Men without shirts, where were their decency? Despicable.

It was the middle of June but the heat didn’t bother her. 84 degrees was nothing to her. She walked through the busy streets with a long sleeve shirt and tight dress pants. High heeled boots, ones she stole from the mistress. This weather was nothing. Sure she got a few looks, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t have to wear sunscreen or anything like that so she felt above these insects.

Orange obscured her view as she walked, looking for her next target. Someone who seemed strong. Someone who could help her find that stupid gem thingy. Wherever that source of power she felt was coming from.

A loud siren broke her train of thought. The white and red vehicle passing by. An emergency, she presumed. She would’ve ignored it if it wasn’t for the strong energy she felt coming from that stupid ambulance. Saccharine huffs, guess she’ll be hunting an ambulance today.

It didn’t take long to find the hospital either, with a bit of persuasion and listening, she found the stupid vehicle. Watching as they rushed a woman into the hospital. A man next to her. Her initial thought that the energy was coming from the man, it made sense to her. But the more she stayed around, the more she realized that the energy was coming from the woman. A pregnant woman at that.

Oh fuck, it’s the baby.

Saccharine huffs and follows inside the hospital, after the nurses and what not rushing the woman inside. The woman screamed so loudly, in ‘pain’ she presumed. How weak and pathetic. Watching as she cried on and on about the baby and pain.

The nurses rush her into one of the available rooms and closes the door. Saccharine stands outside of the door, hand reaching to turn the knob until a voice called out behind her.

“Ma’am, are you a relative of the patient?”

Saccharine freezes, slowly turning her head towards the female nurse. Her hand retracting from the knob. She’ll try her luck later. “No, I’m not. Just a close friend that’s all. I’ll be leaving now.”

She starts to walk past the nurse for a moment before pausing, looking at her from her peripheral vision. Feigning innocence for a moment, she speaks to the nurse.

“If you’re not busy, I’ve seen to have lost my way. Could you… walk me out?” She slightly pouts at the nurse, hoping she says yes.

The nurse gives her a smile and nods, starting to walk past her. Which Saccharine follows close behind. If she remembers correctly, there should be a storage unit nearby.

And she was right, because not too far from the exit, she stops the nurse.

“Are you… new here? Miss.” Saccharine asks from behind her, this causes the nurse to pause and turn. A bit confused from her question but decided to answer it anyways.

“Yes actually, started a few days ago. So I’m trying to get to know everyone.”

“Great, I’ll finish that task for you.”

Before she could respond, Saccharine grabs her and drags her into the storage unit. Tossing her in there before walking in behind her. She closes the door. All that could be heard was a few thuds and the sound of someone being impaled. It went quiet for a moment before the door opened. Saccharine walks out in the nurse’s outfit. It was slightly smaller, but it’ll have to do. Walking out, she wipes her bloodied hand off with a towel she saw from the unit. Getting rid of the bits of the nurse on her fingers before tossing it. Not caring who found it.

It was surprising to her on how long labor took, given that she doesn’t even remember exactly when she was born. Other than that it was some time in October. Yet again, irrelevant.

She stared at the sleeping woman, it was currently past midnight, one or two in the morning. Most people were too busy operating or doing something else. It didn’t matter to her. She opens the door quietly and closes it the same way, locking it for good measure. Walking past the new mother to the baby. Leaning over the baby, she casts a shadow over it. Looking over, she leans closer.

A girl, how cute.

She could just almost spit on the white-haired newborn. Almost. She had some decency.

Sighing, she picks up the baby and resists the urge to strangle it, moving her finger to open up her eyes. Once she does, her eyes slightly widen.

Royal Blue. Fuck.

She then puts the baby back down, watching it stare up at her. Participating in some sort of impromptu staring contest. Not before the baby smiled at her. It didn’t move her one bit. She could just strangle it right now. Which, she almost did, but she didn’t. Instead, she leaned closer to the baby.

“You think you’re so cute hm? Not really.”

She leans back up and looks around the room before spotting some papers on the table. She walks over towards them and picks them up. Looking over them. She was about to put them down before something caught her eye. A name.

‘Būni Alessandra Crostata.’

“Hm, Būni huh?” Saccharine hums and walks back over to the baby and leans over her once more. Smirking as she whispers, “You’re not strong enough, no not yet. But know, by your sixteenth birthday, we will meet again. There’s no doubt in that.”

The third eye opens, pupil dilated as it gazes at the sleeping child. Staring at her. Those damn royal blue eyes, abnormal white her. She knew that baby wasn’t normal. She knew that baby had the power she needed. Her third eye glows for a moment before disappearing. Continuing her speech.

“And when we meet, I will take your power, one way or another. Because you’re finally a worthy opponent. I know it. Even if I have to kill for it.”She gently touches her cheek as the baby watches, her bright blue eyes open again. Staring up at her.

Death always seemed to follow her wherever she went. And she embraced it. Death, seemed like a home, something that she was married to.

“I will find you, Miss Crostata. And you will know my name, remember it Būni. Saccharine Death, Būni Crostata.”

She then pauses before speaking.

“Or, Ms. Death, for short.”

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