My sister shuddered, her muscles tensed and her lips quivered as her facial expression slightly spammed.
She looked down with squinted eyes, while taking in deep breaths, as if to calm her mind and body, then looked back up at me and spoke in a somber tone,
"Really, don't do that. I know you know I'm a big fan of the fallen, but don't do that, I won't fall for your antics, but I can't say the same about mom. It'll hurt her even if she believes it for a second, so please don't. She's had enough pain in her life, don't add to it."
'But you see sister, that's the problem, I am fallen, and it will hurt her, but I have to tell her,
and yes, I actually do have to tell her.
I can indeed get rewards if I don't tell her, but the rewards come from something terrible, someone else's ignorance and their eventual suffering.
I've already caused enough damage to their family. Trying to keep a secret won't help them. So I have to tell them.
I'm only conflicted on the way to go about it. My sister wouldn't fully believe my words. She's here now, so I should try to convince her first.
The only way I can think of to convince her is showing her my authority, but it's dangerous. Far too dangerous, it almost trapped me forever in my mind and forced my own mental character to take over my body.
But it actually shouldn't be as dangerous as it was last time. That's because, last time I was in my own authority's world, but it's power shouldn't be as strong outside that world.
But how should I guarantee that? And how can I use my authority outside that grass plain? I still haven't figured that out yet.
But it should be about monocles, actions, and symbolism. It shouldn't be as difficult, in fact, I should have done it before I accessed that world.
An authority is a power and power needs a target. The reason the authority didn't activate normally back then is most likely because the was no target.
It cant be helped, my authority is one of fear and beliefs, so it requires a target who fears and believes. I could use it on myself, but in that case my sister might not see it. So I have to use it on her.
I looked at her, focusing on her face. Observing at all the worry that face was hiding. 'She actually is starting to somewhat believe my story, that's good, that means only a slight activation of the authority can convince her, by doing this I can minimize the risk to her.
My monocle was vertically aligned with her figure, I raised my left hand to my monocle, placing my middle finger at the top of the monocle and thumb at the bottom, I adjusted the eyewear and declared,
"The Guilty"
The dining room shook, my sister jumped back. The chandelier above our heads crashed down. It cracked the old wood floor.
I looked at the wall, I saw the candles vibrate. They soon reached a rate of vibration that was outwardly concerning, then they flew off the handles and sped across the floor.
Then line of wood that that candles crossed started to immediately darken and then started to smoke.
The next second,
The house was on fire.
In my panic I moved my right foot. It fell through the cracked floorboards, I felt the left side if my calf get cut on what I a presumed to be a piece jagged wood.
My sister looked at me, terrified. With one foot in the floor I looked back at her and bitterly smiled, before averting my eyes. Five seconds later I decided to glance back at her, she was staring at me and crying. I tried my best to put on a poker face, even though I felt like shit inside.
At that moment the look in her eyes shifted from shock to something resembling grief, and it was then I realized, I had succeeded. With a bleeding leg and smoke filled lungs, I raised my left hand once again and grasped the monocle in my usual way, closing my left eye while re-adjusting my eyepiece.
The scene changed,
which was surprising, I just expected the chaos to die down, but instead it was like it never happened, everything was as it was just before the activation of my authority, it was all back to normal. The only key differences were the look on my sister's face, my bleeding leg, and the memories we now shared.
Speaking about my sister, it pains me to look at her, that face is one of denial. It gave a suffocating feeling, I couldn't bare to look at her, but I did so anyways. I needed to look at her in all the despair and grief she's feeling, knowing I caused it. I am the one responsible for her pain, I needed to understand that.
I would have liked to have consoled her now, but I cant do that. It would have the opposite effect on her, for I am not her brother. Right now, I am the origin of her sorrow. Consoling her would put her under the assumption that I'm just a monster trying to take her brother's place. Although she's a fanatic for the fallen, fallen are only great to her when it's someone else, it's cool in her mind as long as it dosen't happen to me.
So I just stood there, silently taking it all in. After an unknown period of time, john's sister finally spoke in a quivering voice, "M-Mr. Fallen, my brother isn't dead-dead is he?" I responded in an emotionless voice "I don't know." I continued "None of us do. Maybe they go to the higher realm, maybe they reincarnate, or maybe, they just, die."
John's sister's eyes widened, and her lips curled up into something almost reminiscent of a smile, as she spoke, "That means, there's a chance, right! A chance I'll see him again!"
I pondered that sentiment "A chance..., yes I suppose there may be, but I dissuade you, don't spend your life on this goal." Her face darkened. I continued, "It's still only a chance, don't be obsessed with this. It's said that humans crave certainty, and I can assure you that there's good reason for that." She looked lost, her eyes shifting down, around, left and right.
I needed to distract her, "Ms. Valentine, what's your name?" "Lumie, Lumie Valentine, Mr. Fallen" She replied swiftly, almost with a hint of pride. I struggled to say what came next, "Lumie, y-ou should get your mother here, If we tell her sooner, the shorter her heartbreak will be." My voice displayed some of my true emotions, "I know it's hard, it's okay, you're not telling her, I am. Just get her to the kitchen"
'The reason I can't tell her in her bedroom is because upon learning that I'm fallen and essentially killed her son, she might freak out and attack me, and I don't know how much room that bedroom has, but I doubt it enough to actually escape. The kitchen and living room combo on the other hand, has lots of space and multiple exists for if something goes wrong. '
Upon seeing Lumie still not moving, I was about to try and encourage her some more, when I heard a familiar voice and stature coming from the hallway.