She ran. Crimson blood passed by her, the veins of the demon tree siphoning their blood into a single crystallized point. She was close. She could feel it. The fruit was at hand.

The space around her distorted. The cavernous walls grew less and less coherent. Shape was lost, form was lost, color was lost. She saw a light at the end of the tunnel. She jumped into it without hesitation.

The light cooled down. And Lusamine was home.

It was like she had traveled back in time. She was back in Alola again. Her lovely mansion, pure marble white, awaited her. She felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. She felt that any moment now, little Lillie might walk right out of the front door. Then Lusamine could talk to her again. Tell her all the things she wanted to say. Tell her that she was sorry.

Of course, such a thing would not happen. This was, after all, an illusion. An ephemeral dream provided by the Qliphoth. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It meant it accepted her.

Black flecks blew through the air and congealed into the form of a crooked tree. It was an invader to her home. It did not belong. And yet, the fruit it bore beckoned to her. Ruby red and shining.

She reached out her hand. The tree reached down. There was a warmth to the fruit. A comfort in it. Power.

Lusamine was a monster. She knew this. If there was one thing she hated the most, it was her own frailty. Her weakness. She sought any method of escape she could. Seized any means of control just to try to get a grip. She destroyed what she loved.

But she couldn’t stop now. No matter what, she would have a family again. Even if that meant becoming a monster.

She lifted the fruit of the Qliphoth, the One Piece, to her lips. And she took a bite.

- Ragnarust Round 5