Three years passed in your mission to infiltrate Marley. And you were successful. A church was erected in your name, the Red Order, that acted as a Sanctuary in Liberio. When you first arrived in Marley, you made sure to avoid any of the Titan shifters. You were well aware of all of them, thanks to the Disciples. You also knew they lived in Liberio, hence they were Subjects of Ymir. No way they didn't know you were there—either way, you swore to avoid them. The only ones who truly recognized you at first was your Disciples.

You got the message that Eren and the rest of the Corps had infiltrated Marley. You do not know their whereabouts, but you know they've wiggled themselves in. Your job is to make sure your cover isn't blown, and to not get into fights prematurely. You've been dying to see what the Corps has been up to in your absence, not to mention see Levi, but you had patience. You were willing to ride it out.

You made it a side mission to, at all costs, avoid the Warriors. Luckily, they were away because of a war they had been fighting. You had a little time before they came back.

When you first arrived at Marley, you were absolutely dumbfounded at the technological advancements, compared to Paradis. Moving metal boxes on tracks that roared like thunder, among other things. It took you a while to figure everything out—had it not been for the Disciples showing you everything. They truly did worship you, much to your hidden disdain.

Even though you're deep in enemy territory, you figured you'd enjoy it before it turned into a shit show. You had decided to take a short walk downtown, as a way to memorize your surroundings more, every nook and cranny. You'd memorize Liberio better than the citizens living there. The day was nice, clouds were scattered across the sky. A relaxing, cool breeze travelling through the air. One would call it a 'perfect day'.

You traveled down to a quieter part of Liberio, one more hidden between the buildings, and in the shadows of the alleys. A person or two walked by you, but ultimately, it wasn't very busy.

"Hm?" You hummed, faintly hearing footsteps follow you. You don't remember anyone following you from the church, and the footsteps weren't heavy enough to be an adult—or a Warrior. When you were positive there were no people, you quickly swiveled around. The person was unaware that you would turn suddenly, and let out a squeak before jumping back themselves. You had to incline your head slightly to look at them.

"A child?" You said out loud, gazing down at her with furrowed brows.

"Hi..." She said meekly, raising her hand in a wave. Your eyes narrowed and you bent forward to look at her closer. Blonde hair, brown eyes. An odd combination, but not uncommon. She looked to be no older than eleven years old. She... reminded you of someone.

"Who are you?" You asked, scanning her up and down. She shifted nervously under your scrutinizing gaze.

"I-I'm Blaire..." She replied quietly. You straightened up, your expression cold. So that's who she reminded you of.

"What do you want?" You asked, crossing your arms. She was obviously intimidated by your stature.

"I... I..." Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. You sneered lightly before turning around.

"Don't waste my time, shithead."

"Wa-wait! Please wait!" She exclaimed, running up and catching your hand in hers. You spun around and grabbed her by the throat, shoving her against the wall. She let out a yelp and grabbed your wrist. You lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. Your face was dark, eyes glinting dangerously.

"Why are you annoying me?" You hissed close to her ear, watching her squirm around and writhe in your grasp.

"I-I wanted to talk to you..." She choked out. You narrowed your eyes before letting her go and watching her slide down to the dirty ground. She began to cough, finally allowed to breathe in air.

"Alright," you said, your gaze cool, "I'm listening." You crossed your arms. Blaire slowly looked up at you, her gaze doe-like.

"I... I was wondering... about something..." She said quietly.

"Well? I don't have all day." You growled.

"Iwaswonderingifyou'dletmefollowyouaroundbecauseI'veheardsomuchaboutyouandIadmireandlookuptoyou!!!" She spoke so fast you almost couldn't follow her. She wrung her hands together, her skin twisting.

"I'm not even going to ask you to repeat yourself because what you said is absurd," you replied, turning and walking away from her.

"No! Wait!" The panic in her voice showed when your hand was clasped in her tiny ones. Your eyes widened slightly at her grip. It wasn't that strong, but it held enough strength to keep you from moving if you let it.

"I really... really mean it," she said quietly, "The Disciples talk so much about you..." The grip on your hand tightened.

"Please, onee-san..."
Your annoyance snapped and you sent Blaire flying into the wall. Her back crashed into the bricks and she let out a gasp, falling to the ground. You dug your foot into her chest and aimed your gun at her face. She let out a whimper at the sight of the barrel pointed at her head.

"There will never come a day where I will ever let you, or anyone, call me that," you warned. Your face was terrifying to a young child. Blaire was paralyzed with fear. "Bother me one more time, and I will make sure you never see the light of day again. That's a promise." You lowered the gun and removed your foot from her chest. You turned around and walked away from the small corner you had drove her into. Blaire curled up into a ball and ducked her head onto her legs. She'll be in big trouble because of this.

~
Lukas, the Head Disciple of the Red Order, was the first to greet you back at the entrance.

"My Goddess." He bowed deeply to you. "I hope your walk was most satisfying." You stared at him for a moment.

"Do you know of a child named Blaire?"
Surprised, he popped his head up to look at you.

"She's my daughter," he replied, "Why?"

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}