Chance Encounter
Lilina, Fire Emblem the Binding Blade, Fire Emblem Heroes
Non-con, combat gore
Lilina has seen many people die since she was pulled into the realm of Askr, both friend and foe. But now she faces an opponent she hoped she'd never cross.

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Fighting for the Order of Heroes meant seeing all sorts of faces. Sometimes, it was a hero of legend. Sometimes, an old ally. Other times, an old enemy. But always, always, a surprise. Lilina loved seeing all that she could, and it was quite thrilling for the young mage. So far, she hadn’t encountered anyone exceedingly close to her, but a part of her was looking forward to it.

That is, until Lady Cecilia came bearing down on her, fearsome magics at the ready, and Lilina was forced to unleash her own fire magic against her former teacher. It was a gruesome sight, seeing what the spells left behind, even knowing that Cecilia would not truly die, and would instead return to life at the end of the battle, or return home. Though any time Lilina thought of Cecilia’s beautiful face, marred as it was with horrendous burns, she shuddered.

Now, when Lilina goes into battle, there’s a bit more apprehension. Perhaps next time it will be someone even closer to her? Someone she can’t bring herself to strike down, even in the heat of battle? How can one prepare for such a thing?

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Still, her quick spells, which still pack quite a bit of power, are invaluable. Lilina continuea to see a lot of battles for the Order of Heroes, a part of her always dreading who she might face next. At the bottom of her heart, she fears it will someday be Roy, and wonders how she can ever strike him down? He was her dearest friend, but somehow she would have to be strong.

Today’s battle is quite fierce, with Veronica throwing a lot of her strongest Heroes at them, but with Lilina’s help, Kiran’s army stays ahead, repelling them without issue. That is, until they begin to grow weary. Until one after another, her allies fall, leaving only her to finish off the last of the enemy units. As she closes in, she can tell they’re an armored unit, and it’s enough to make Lilina smirk in triumph. It’s been a hard battle, but it seems victory is within her grasp.

That is, until her opponent draws closer. Suddenly, she can see just how familiar he is. Hector. Her father, who died in the clutches of Zephiel. The spell Lilina was preparing fizzles out. Her still outstretched arm, formerly wreathed in flames, begins to tremble. All the while, her father, much younger than she’s ever seen him, closes in on her.

“F-fath-” she manages to squeak, a mix of surprise and joy at being reunited with him, after losing him so suddenly. Of course, to him, she’s nothing more than an enemy that needs to be slain. Armads rises in the middle of her cry, and Hector chops downward, mangling Lilina’s hand, and interrupting her.

She pulls back reflexively, lifting the ruins of her hand before her, assessing the damage. Slowly, the pain builds, writing over everything even in her adrenaline-fueled state, as Lilina lets out a choked sob, knowing the ruins of her hand are beyond most healers. Of course, that’s if she manages to get away. Her father, virile and unstoppable in his youth, continues forward, sweeping Armads low, and Lilina does her best to hop upwards, to dodge the great axe,

But his aim is too precise, and her motions too sluggish. Armads finds one of her ankles, and the axe cuts through her flesh and bone as easily as it does air. Hector’s daughter, though he has no way of knowing that’s who she is, falls to the earth, one arm and one leg completely ruined by his efforts.

“F-father, please!” Lilina sobs, tears streaming down her face. Hector only shakes his head, blaming her hysteria on the situation, not considering that he is in fact the father she pleads with. Instead, he raises Armads, only to strike down once more, slamming the blade into her back. The weight of the axe crushes her as much as it cuts her, leaving Lilina’s body in ruins as her organs are either crushed, cut, or forced out of the way.

She coughs, the remnants of her lungs crying out in protest as she does, blood splattering from her mouth. And Hector raises Armads one final time, before delivering a killing blow to his daughter’s head, never knowing that he ends the life of his beloved daughter as he crushes the pretty young enemy under his axe.