Adagio held her hands open awkwardly, not quite understanding how to reciprocate, but she would in time. She looks down at the broken pendant and hums. ❝ There's no need. It's magic was absorbed into my soul. I don't need to it channel my powers anymore. It's a part of me now. ❞

Testing out the range of her compelling voice, just to see how all of this currently functions. ❝ 🎶 Eat your own pants, eat your own pants... 🎶 ❞

❝ I am. You don't need to worry. ❞ Adagio shook her head reassuringly. She was unsure of how to handle this. People usually weren't 'nice' to her either, probably because she never really put in the work to be nice back. But... she deserved that comfort at least. The siren lightly patted the -

Adagio tried not to face her. She was actively fighting the chance to. But she couldn't not hear her either; not listen to those words. Come on, Adagio, she thought. Play it up like you always do. Your life is a stage and they don't get to see you cry. They don't get to. They can't. Because what -

❝ That's what people do, isn't it? They come into each other's lives, entertain each other for a while, and then leave. ❞ Adagio explained the world, as she had always known it. But her struggling tears were starting to convince her otherwise. ❝ ...But perhaps, I may be wrong. ❞

...That. Adagio wasn't expecting... That. Her cool and calculating expression shatters in that moment. Since farther than she can remember, this was the first time she'd seen someone this worried about her. The siren narrows her gaze and looks to the side. ❝ When I thought I lost you... I -

❝ ...the pendent... ❞ Adagio narrows her eyes. Was that really what was left of it? It would explain much, but, in any case, she didn't realize anyone would actually notice her death. The siren thought she went out with a whisper. ❝ By now, I would have thought you'd forgotten me, little siren. ❞

Actually, it was a Mad Monster Party. Question mark.

❝ Grilled cheese for dinner. I heard you were dead, but I didn't think it'd be this bad... ❞ In the doorway. Practically leaning on the thing, as someone would a crutch. It's clear the humor is just a means of concealment. She fights back gritted teeth. As it turns out, returning from death hurts.

❝ How ironic. The weapon, the drug. It's a part of me now. Not as a thing I can choose to wield, but just as much a part of me as my own hand. And yet, I don't fear it... I fear what 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕... I fear the sadistic joy I get out of turning people into puppets... I fear myself. ❞

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ Thanks! Tbh, I've been uncertain if I'm writing her well but I'm glad you like her!

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[ 🎶 ] I learned to become immortal by letting myself diiieee~

The ground rumbles. Then, cleaving space in two, a figure appears, enveloped in a reddened glow. Death couldn't hold her, and she simply came back stronger. With wings aglow and feet hovering just above the ground, Adagio emerges from the Spirit World, determined, and perhaps... ...𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮.

.. ⠀⠀ ‎⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ༺𓆩✮𓆪༻ 🍯 ₊ ⊹ 𝑸ueen Bee 𖦹.ᐟ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Sin of 𝑮𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑵𝒀 𓆩✮𓆪‧ ⠀⠀..

"Aren't you angry? Don't you want to yell? Scream?" Adagio's eyes grew hazier, and the entire spirit world just seemed to drown itself out. What point was there to anything? Nothing. Nothing at all. Her own spirit's body felt useless. The fight was already over. But the face-stealer grew upset -

“ Honestly, what do you take me for? A Sakamaki? Please. ” VAMPIRE RARITY. #MLPRP #MVRP #AU

Adagio walked aimlessly. Perhaps that was the fate of all spirits who were aimless in life. As is in the land of the living, so too were they in death. Such a thing did not need a face. And that was what made her excellent prey. "What a life you must have lived." A voice hissed into her ear. The -

[Cracking my knuckles] She looked. . . Horrified. Sick. "N-no. . No. . . You can't be. I can fix this. I can do this. There's so much we haven't done. I can heal you." She was panicking as she hugged Adagio. Kissing her hand to activate her healing magic, ignoring the blood filling her lungs. -

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ Well She IS already dead lol.

The crash of waves pulled her out of her haze, the salt air sharp in her lungs. She stopped short, eyes catching on something small, half-buried in the sand. A faint glint beneath the moonlight. +

Sunset’s eyes blinked open, the sting of bandages pulling at her shoulder. Her body was heavy, but alive. She sat up slowly, exhaling a shaky breath. Relief almost took her, until the silence pressed in. +

❝ ... ❞ She walks alone through a nigh-colorless void, hands folded together. There isn't a hint of emotion present on her visage. Her death was hollow and it was ultimately without meaning. But that was her greatest fear and now, she has nothing more to hide. Leaving behind no song and no -

Her pendant sits alone on a beach, cracked down the middle. Orange faintly taints its dirtied surface and no glow exudes from it. It is utterly without life.

The dust and the pendant were washed completely down the drain of a sewer. A hollow clink was heard. Perhaps in her final moments, Adagio recognized... She was the unforgivable one.

❝ 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏. ❞ She screamed at the top of her lungs. That name... that nickname. It was only reserved for those she trusted. And for one pony who she trusted most of all. The same soul who betrayed that trust. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she forcefully maintained the -

❝ And that... makes it alright? I felt that light go out... I felt it flicker. That amount of pain... is nigh-fatal... She might not even talk to me ever again... Understand me again... 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻. ❞ Adagio whimpered in fear of the future before charging ahead like a missile. For -

❝ I 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒... ❞ Adagio screamed out with a wicked smile, something that was driven by both pain and resolve. Everything about her was self-destructive, but what was the alternative? Her reward for staying passive, submissive... Was the deaths of those she opened up to. Toph proved to her that -

❝ ...?! ❞ Adagio swerved upwards out of the stream of fire, heavily panting. Just barely having been able to dodge, she grit her teeth nervously. Then, she steeled her resolve. ❝ I am... the siren... I am the one who conquers... The one who is feared... That is all I am... And I am... ❞ -

[ youtu.be/fAKkw71ff3U?... ] ❝ Hhgh... ❞ Adagio's pendant gently trembled. She wasn't supposed to be using her own anger this much, especially when she was so close to... But she could draw on another force. That phantom's anger and rage. It could fuel her motion, and restore her youth. That's -

Adagio's eyes dilated for a moment before the force of the winds hit her smack dab in the face, launching her backwards into the air. But she caught herself. Wings sprouted out from her back in her incomplete siren form, and a strong, red, and mystical aura enveloped her body. The negativity -

Adagio chuckled deeply, stepping on over and folding her hands into the pockets of her jacket. That was right, wasn't it? No one got to choose who they were in this world. No one got to walk away. She lowers herself to the girl's level and grips her unconscious chin, such that her ear is pulled -

The mist seemed controlled now. It enveloped her like a blanket would, or rather, it was taking all of that fear, all of that self-hatred and manifesting it into a form where it could be weaponized. ❝ If she were here, she would have probably told me to spare you. That you're... just a girl. And -

The area is quiet for the most part. It's peaceful save for the obvious sickness she brings. Perfectly and acceptably silent. But then, it isn't. A low hiss sweeps through the air, slithering deeply until it appears almost physical. Green mist starts to flood the area, and something seems to have -

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ *deltarune route aborted noise*

❝ In all my years... succumbing to my worst instincts, sewing discord in the world, it was never personal. And for a long time, I believed that it would never 𝐛𝐞 personal. But, 𝐍𝐎𝐖... Now, that the 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 I have to lose is gone... What I'm about to do when I find them will be 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍... ❞

A distance away, something is felt. No, much rather something is felt 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. The sense of a beautiful melody suddenly silenced, and on the edge of staying quiet forever. A pit fills the siren's stomach as she stands in the middle of her quarters. A look of shock, horror, the most fear she's -

Dagi's hips.

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ Dw !!!!!! You understood the assignment............

❝ When I think about Equestria... I only dream about what it could give me. I don't hold nostalgia for it. For the longest time, I wished to see it all burned to the ground. Like a reflection, those feelings are reversed with this world. I want to continue living in it, but it grants me nothing. ❞

Well, I'll give myself this. No amount of magic is responsible for these stunning good looks...

Adagio couldn't help but gaze at the thing. That was the best possible future for her. How could she not? But, considering how delicate everything around here seemed to be... She did as she was told and backed away quietly. If she said things would get ugly, she trusted her word one-hundred-

❝ Well... me and the girls /are/ talented dancers regardless of any magic. I suppose you have a point or two there. Still... it feels like walking in the nude singing without my magic... ❞ It was an uncomfortable sensation, but perhaps she would get used to it in time. Especially considering what -

Well, she already hyped herself up to be an idol, didn't she? So, where was the harm in showing off just how much of an idol she really was? It would be quick. And for once, she could be that alluring siren once again. Slightly adjusting the pendant attached to his necklace, she took a deep breath -

❝ I... I see. ❞ Adagio grimaced. Essentially, she was walking through a minefield here. If she accidentally tripped and knocked over one of these shards or strings, she could only imagine the damage she'd do to the space-time continuum. But a shimmering gold light seemed to grant her some clarity -

❝ Fair enough. But I don't exactly plan to make it a career. There's no way I can measure up to the legend I was naturally. ❞ Adagio shook her head. She didn't even want to try. Because what would be the point then? The siren was the idol everyone craved. Her powers were the reason why she was -

Adagio huffed. She was really about to do this, huh? Straightening out her shoulders, she let out her usual crooning voice, with her pendant locked away. It was slightly off-pitch, less grandiose and polished... far from the siren song she possessed. ❝ Moooon riverrr... widerrr than a mileee... ❞