Note: I have spelled Ratatoskr wrong in a lot of these chapters. I'm not updating them. If I was destined to be nothing, why have I been called up for such an ending? If the Crown is mine, where are my subjects? But... If I could bring you back, I would do it once, twice, thrice times in terms of tries. I know who I am and what the heretics and the apostates preach, I am not a fool. Still, I am alive, and I won't let you stay dead. You are mine, and I am yours, and the time we shared in immortality was too short! So face me or deface me, for even if I lose my identity, I WILL MAKE USE OF IT! Just... please, don't be mad at me... --------- This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I just decided against it while writing. This is a Cult of the Lamb x Date A Live story. I don't own Date A Live nor Cult of the Lamb