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[fulzanin]

Some shading practice with my favorite genocidal baby rock demon! Might continue this drabble as well, not too sure.

Aslisk knew she’d outlive everyone. She’d known it for a long time. She knew deep down that she was going to outlive all of her friends, and anyone that she deemed family. She wasn’t sure how she was going to brace for it. At the time it hadn’t mattered, because it hadn’t happened. Leave it to future-her to worry about, because the present was what she loved. Her past had been awful, horrific, torment to herself and everyone around her. Sinking her teeth into all those that she depended on. She needed them, she just didn’t realize it. She couldn’t even remember what order that all the deaths had gone in, and frankly she never tried.

She was pretty certain that the pacifist went first. Nitis be damned that had felt like a stake being driven through her. To this day it hurt to think about it. He’d died and she hadn’t realized at the time how much she would miss the ramen loving human until he was gone. It had been days of holding on tight to Ichigo, knowing that to some extent it was her own fault. It was her fault in some way for the human’s death, she could feel it. She’d already killed a lot of humans, and a lot of people. It hurt a lot worse when she realized that this was the sort of pain that she had forced upon countless other people. It hurt. Horrifically. She hated it deeply. She had hated for a long time- Aslisk had even tried to direct that hate to the human of question. She couldn’t. He’d allowed her more time with Ichigo, if she understood what that god had been saying. He’d given himself up for her beloved to stay with her. It wasn’t fair.

Ichigo had died when the hybrid illness had finally taken her. Again the Lighsni perished right before her. They had been cuddling away one night, and then Ichigo hadn’t woken up that morning. Aslisk had screamed and swore, pitched a fit. She threatened Toy and her kids, pitching a fit of grief struck rage. She’d wanted to kill again, but by the time she’d made it to the door Toy had stopped her and forced her to stay inside. Lighsni liked their bodies burned, and so Aslisk knew that they’d burned Ichigo’s body. Aslisk had refused to hunt or sleep for days, driving herself right on the edge of absolutely losing it. Toy had to take care of the kids while Aslisk grieved, which it had no complaints about. It already did such commonly whenever Ichigo and Aslisk wanted time to themselves. That death had been the hardest for her. She still wasn’t over it. Aslisk didn’t think she ever would get over missing the sickly Lighsni that she had loved with all of her core. That hadn’t been fair, either.

If Aslisk had to list who she missed the least, yes, she would put Prasad there. Her forgiveness was thin for what the demonbeast had done in their initial exchange. Hurting Ichigo and herself, well, Aslisk had been quick to cement him into the ‘hate-do not like’ list. She’d even tried writing it once, to practice her reading comprehension. She blamed the part of her that was forced to care for other baby rock demons for her missing the demonbeast. Since Bogey and Fore had liked the fluffy haired Turned, she said that such was her own reasoning. Still hurt. Why should she have cared for the demonbeast and his stupid, snarky attitude? She truly couldn’t help it. She’d considered it fair, but it felt sickening to do so.

She hadn’t considered it, but Aslisk found herself being just as upset about Bubua’s death. It had been a shocking thing to hear. They’d never been close- they’d been mortal enemies for most of Bubua’s life. Perhaps it was wrong to feel jealous that it was not her own doing that did Bubua in. Sickening, really. She couldn’t remember how she had heard of the blue Lighsni’s death. It had been just as peaceful as Ichigo’s. She’d gone while she was asleep. Aslisk supposed that she deeply missed their conflict, the constant fight that they had. The back and forth. It had made life thrilling when they had constantly interacted. It had slowly tapered off as Bubua’s health grew better with the help of her two beloveds. Something upset her about that: that Bubua had been healing, and then was snatched away right at the cupse of recovery. Not fair.

Even Aslisk could admit that Sirethea’s death had been..painful. Yamaliz had died earlier, but it wasn’t as if Aslisk interacted with the water elemental often. Slowly dying, and her grandmother refused to let such happen. Hanabi kept using spells on Sirethea that only seemed to worsen her suffering. Aslisk had lashed out and almost ripped one of the ex-queen’s wings off in her rage. Hanabi insisted she was only trying to help, but the baby rock demon was not having it. Yasuzo had become Queen while Sirethea slowly and painfully passed, but her first days as queen were horrifically shaky as her time was near fully spent by Sirethea’s side. Sirethea had eventually said she’d had enough, and forced herself to die. Another burned body. With Ichigo dead, Aslisk had no reason to be close to the Lighsni any longer. She left and moved her family. Wasn’t fair that she had to leave some of Fei’kii’s bowls behind.