Minako watches Makoto revert back to normal, and though there's a strong pang in her own mind from hearing Abernathy's plea and belief in them, the sight of something else keeps her from reverting as well. Myriatte is getting up from the ground.
".....Will." She says a final time, staring Abernathy straight in the face. Her eyes seem different. They're the same, beautiful blueish-green eyes, but within them, there's a different person. This isn't the Myriatte that just planned to sacrifice one of the living guests of the mansion...something within her soul has switched gears.
"Master..." Minako growls, moving closer to her side. "Are you injured...? Shall I deal with-"
"No. You are not...y-you shouldn't be under my control. It is as Abernathy says. As...Will says. You are no monster, you are a friend to those here. You want a command? Then heed my call, and revert back into your normal form! I have done the same already, it would seem...only natural that you should follow, right?" Myriatte points at Minako.
At this, Minako finally gives in. She lets out a cry of pain, and just as Makoto has, she reverts back into her normal self once more. It takes her a moment to recuperate from what just happened, but within a minute or so, she's standing up again, next to Makoto and his summoned spirit. Of course, Minako takes note of how calm and collected Myriatte suddenly is. It doesn't look as if she's willing to put up any fight anymore.
"Myriatte..." Abernathy returns her gaze, looking quite grave.
".......You...do you think I should just leave now?...Or, should I tell them...?" Myriatte asks.
"I think...it would be good for you to tell them." Abernathy shakes his head. "It might help you form more of a connection with these people. You might be less likely to kill them then."
"You know that's not true..." Myriatte smiles sadly. "But...alright. I'll go on with the tale." She turns to Makoto and Minako, and takes a deep breath before she starts.
"My name...is Maryanne Riverlenn." Myriatte says. "I was the daughter of a well-off family, many centuries ago, right over there in Negloria Town. In the 1700's, to be more exact...I was the only child, and much was expected of me."
"Your name isn't...Myriatte?" Minako murmurs.
"It is." Myriatte laughs lightly. "It's...my writing name. You see...people liked me, despite the fact that I was richer than most. Not only because I was pretty...but, I told wonderful stories. I wanted so desperately to be a writer. However...as the only child, and daughter, of my family, my father was dead set on only educating me in the ways of a housewife. He would get angry if I said I wanted anything else of myself. So...I'd often sneak to school for lessons. Everyone liked me, as I said, so, it wasn't a problem. It was just...when he found out. And, somewhere in the middle of all this....I met Will."
"Will?" Minako echoes.
"Yes. Will. Also known as William Abernathy, or simply Abernathy." Myriatte explains. "I suppose he already told you of his writing past, yes? Well..after he became a ghost, he started traveling around, acting as a guide and friend to people. Isn't that right, Will?"
"Indeed." Abernathy grins softly. "'Tis a pleasure of mine."
"Will encouraged me in my dreams of being a wonderful author. He was such a wonderful friend...that, I didn't even notice he was a ghost, until...until that day." Myriatte's tone becomes darker as she goes on. "That one day...the one that changed everything."
"MARYANNE RIVERLENN, I DEMAND AS YOUR FATHER THAT YOU STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS IMMEDIATELY!" My father cried out in rage. "Your job to our family is to think about MARRIAGE! Not this...this USELESS ACTIVITY!"
"John! JOHN, STOP!"
He slapped me in the face, and I fell, releasing my precious pages of writing as well. As they scattered about, I trembled on the floor for a bit. Then, I pushed myself back up with the courage to speak out having finally made itself known within me.
"Just because YOU don't believe I can become more than a little housewife, doesn't mean that I have to be limited as I am in your own head! I am free to do what I feel I was always meant to, Father!" I screamed back. "I believe in myself, the town believes in me, and even Will right there! HE believes in me as well!"
"Who is this will you keep talking about?! Have you gone mad, girl?!" My father barked back.
"HE'S STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!" I shouted back. Indeed, it was true. Will was standing right next to my father in the room. However...I was the only one who could see him."
"Maryanne, there's NO ONE HERE!" My father waved an arm around in Will's space. It went right through him, and I went silent with shock.
"W...W-Will?" I whimpered.
"...I'm sorry, Myriatte." Will told me quietly. "...I'm dead."
I was too shocked to speak, and in those seconds of confusion, my father had already decided his course of action. I was to be locked in my room until they found a suitable husband to pass me off to. They figured that maybe marriage was the cure for this "madness" caused by writing that I seemed to possess. I had many fine admirers, but I wasn't interested in that. I wanted nothing more than to be a great author...
Finally, I'd had enough. While Abernathy wasn't watching me, I opened up the window to my room, and escaped that way. Under the cover of darkness, I ran until I reached the nearby river.
"Riverlenn...how fitting my name is, for the fate I've chosen. If only my writing tools hadn't been confiscated...I'd have written such a lovely suicide note." I remember murmuring that to myself with a sarcastic smile, before diving in and letting the currents overtake me. Much to my surprise, before I could lose all life, someone pulled me out of those cold waters. Will.
"But...I thought...you were dead...a...a ghost." I sputtered and coughed while regaining myself. Will knelt at my side the whole time.
"I am. However, I've formed a bond with you, my dear. My pure will...through my will alone, I was able to grasp you, as if I were alive once more." Will told me with a kind smile.
"Through your own will, huh...? How funny, "Will"...I...appreciate it...but...I can't return home. I don't want this life that is being imposed on me. I have to do something to change this, or I have to die. That is simply how it is." I was dead set on doing whatever I cold to defy my father's wishes of me.
Right then, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A frog...hopping on the opposite side of the river. I swear then, this frog looked straight at me. I had an idea. A brilliant one, which showed through the bright smile on my face.
"Will...Will! I've had a wonderful idea, Will! I know what I can do to save myself now." I stood up as if nothing was wrong, even though I was completely soaked. Will stood up with me, looking curious.
"What would that be? Is Myriatte making her grand appearance once more?" He chuckled.
"Something like that..." I giggled.
From there, I didn't return home, but hid at a friend's house. I wrote up a story. No...it was more like a script. I had a plan to get rid of my admirers, and to prove to my father just how much influence my writing could have on people. That...is when I started the Kerokuoni Cult, a cult with a "frog demon" as it's supreme authority. I thought that, by making everyone believe the wild stories I'd made up for the god of such a cult, and displaying such a thing out to everyone, specifically those men, I'd drive them away, and prove just how clever of a writer I was.
...Sadly, it didn't quite work out that way.
I made the cult, and I got my admirers to follow through with me through all the silly rituals enriched by me well-written legends tying back to the fake cult...but, never once did they question a thing. Never. They kept following me, no matter what I said. Eventually...I wrote more on the backstory, and that's when things got violent. We started with animals. I demanded an animal sacrifice. I thought that surely, surely they wouldn't do it....but they did it, no questions asked. First it was a rabbit, then a dog, then a goat, and eventually, even a horse. I thought there was only one card left to play...so I did. I demanded a human sacrifice next. I knew that had to be it, and that they'd never do it.
...B-but...they murdered a village girl, right in front of my feet, as an offering. I was shocked. Something inside of my mind snapped. I became...different. I started to enjoy the power of controlling and determining the fates of the living in Negloria Town. I enjoyed it while I could, though I knew that the final purpose for this cult was soon to be fulfilled. I was to get rid of all of my admirers, right?
...But now, I'd rewritten everything. Now, I got rid of them, not by driving them away...but by requesting their hands, and demanding them all as a grand and final sacrifice.
I was discovered under the full moon in the Kerokuoni Cult hideout. Blood covered my robe like red flowers, blooming everywhere about me. Everyone was dead at my feet, and a knife was clutched in my left hand. I remember cackling like a madwoman when the authorities rushed me. I didn't attack them. I was through. I'd finished my mission.
The next day, in the afternoon sun, I was shown off to everyone in town on a stand. My wits had returned to me again, but I still smiled so sweetly at everyone, no matter how disapproving or fearful their faces were of me. A rope was placed around my neck.
"Maryanne Rivelenn, you have been found guilty in the crime of murdering many innocent people, and are certain to rot in Hell as soon as you leave us here in a few moments. Do you have anything you'd wish to say before leaving?" The town official next to me seemed so angry...but I only laughed.
"Yes..." I looked out into the crowd, and locked eyes with Will, who stood at the front with a mortified, miserable expression. "...Will, look. I did it. I made a story that impacted everyone's lives! I made a difference...with my writing, I made a difference!" I was aware of the tears that began streaking down my face as I continued to watch Will's own horrified face. "I'm...finally a writer now, aren't I?...Guess I always was...but...hey, Will...how did you like it? My story...so far...? I-AH!" I let out a small cry of surprise when the ground beneath me disappeared, and the lynching commenced.
Will was silent, stricken with horrid grief. He took off his top hat and clutched it in his hands. I felt horrible, having him watch me fade away like that. I could only hope...that maybe I could become a ghost like him, with him, and we could continue being such good friends...
....But, then...something roared up inside of my very soul, and pinpricks of pain spread through every vein of my body. I felt the madness creeping in at an alarming rate. I couldn't stop it. Suddenly, I was laughing in the faces of terrified townsfolk, the very ones who had used to care so much for me, dead, but also not. I had become the great demon goddess of my own written creation.
"Don't worry...the story isn't over yet!" That's the last thing I can recall myself saying before finding myself surrounded by corpses once more. I'd taken out all who hadn't managed to flee the scene of the lynching in time. I was truly a demon. My changed skin and claws at that time...they proved it to me.
Will had watched in horror the whole time. I walked up to him, and he just looked so...sad. I swear, there were even...ghostly tears upon his face.
"I'm...sorry, Will...you shouldn't have had to see that...but...the fact that you haven't left me....oh, you're such a good friend." I hugged him, and I was happy to actually be able to feel him. We were both dead now, so there wasn't that issue anymore, it seemed...
"Myriatte...why...?" Will asked me quietly.
"I...don't...know...." I remember biting my lip, thinking as if I were struggling against another force. Whatever it was...it ended up winning. I ended the confrontation with a crazy grin and laugh.
"I must go now...my cult members need me, Will!"
"....Ever since then, I've traveled the world of the living as myself...but under a curse." Myriatte finally draws her tale to a close, using her sleeves to wipe away the tears that has been conjured up during the retelling of the story. "I...I know it's not long, now. Before I lose my wits again. I'll probably still try to attack you all, despite all of this...I'm...sorry..."
Minako is almost at a loss for words after hearing the tale. She thinks for a moment, then, finally, while she has the chance, she asks, "Myriatte...I guess I know...that you're here in this place because of Abernathy...but...what connection do you share with it? Someone like you...you must know something about what happened to the people of Negloria Town, and why all of the ghosts are trapped in this mansion."
"...Someone I've always chased after in my maddened state...is Negloria." Myriatte answers. "...I've always tried to sacrifice her to myself, it seems...and there must be some kind of reason for that....t-there must be...why her, and not anyone else...?"
Ellysa frowns at the scene a bit, looking almost disappointed that she won't get to ride upon this magnificent new steed and save the day for everyone, like a true warrior. She glances down at Fred, unsure of how to handle this situation. But then...a voice sounds out near them, up the pathway leading to the mansion's front doors.
"Oh, what do we have here? Such a nice little place...and there's people here?"
Ellysa turns her head, and catches a glimpse of the little black cat creature on two legs, walking calmly up to the place. It only takes that glance, the sight of that one blue eye, that knife, those wings, and all of that blood...
"RUN." Ellysa tells Fred. "RUN. We need to RUN. NOW. N-normally, a warrior would never flee, unless the situation was of certain death...b-but, this...this very well could be!"
Amaiyo watches the other angel on the yard for a moment, but never stops her stride towards Lavenshade Mansion's front doors. She grins and waves at Ellysa. "Hello there, fellow angel~!"
"G-GAH! She's spotted us!" Ellysa continues to panic.
"Hm...?" Amaiyo finds the other angel's behavior a bit odd. "What...is she scared of me? Aw...tch, every time, I swear..." The little cat in the dress sighs sadly.
"They took you away, and I did nothing to prevent that! How could you...how can you still even bother to protect me, the way you do...?" Yolani begins to sob, falling on her knees in front of the little girl. Negloria watches her older sister for a long, painful while...then slowly walks up to her, and embraces her.
"....It's okay....Yoli...It's not your fault..." Negloria whispers.
"N-Neggie..." Yolani weeps.