I am a victim of my own making.

We're in the grand hall, celebrating the launch of the largest Space Splitter ever created. This one has a private pool on the third floor with a games room and multiple entertainment lounges.

The firearms component has also been doubled, with laser blasters fitted all around the ship in a circumference and its shield is much stronger than our first two.

Lazarus stands and I follow suit, knowing that he will be annoyed if I don't. I stand next to him and smile, letting his hand fall to the small of my back, his finger grazing the bare skin as he speaks to one of the engineers.

I look up at the sprawling ship, it looks like a planet on its own. The sky above us is alight with fireworks and a light show. This is a new advancement for us, a welcome achievement after the loss we've suffered over the past few months.

It feels like only yesterday that we attended the generals funerals. I remember all of us clad in our uniforms, saluting at the three holograms of the deceased. A procession was held that day, with soldiers marching through the city with our leaders pictures, allowing everyone to pay respects to them.

The sadness had permeated the air, the feeling of loss floating all around, drowning the city with melancholy. It felt like a daze, I was hardly able to process it all. General Lyra's speeches of loss, Lazarus's broadcast earning him more sympathy and support.

Lucian's gradual fading away.

I barely see him anymore. Even today as I look around me, he's no where to be found. He's losing support every cycle and I can't do anything about it. My fingers itch at my side, wanting to reach for my communicator.

I want to call him and check on him but Lucian doesn't want to hear from me. He saw the way I acted after his fathers death. He saw that I stood by Lazarus's side the entire time and he's stayed away since.

I take a deep breath and a step away from Lazarus as rage threatens to consume me. Now is hardly the time and place. I must learn to control my feelings, to act in secret.

Lazarus turns to me, noticing the distance I've created between us, his eyes narrowing.

I hold my throat daintily and smile at the engineer who has been talking to us. I've barely registered a word he said during the conversation.

"Darling, I'm parched. I'm going to grab a drink from the bar, shall I get you both some?"

The engineer shakes his head politely, smiling at me with wide, squarish teeth and Lazarus nods in satisfaction. "A wicked fantasy would do. Thank you dear."

I nod and walk away from the pair. This is what I've become, a glorified personal waitress.

General Lyra is standing by the bar but thankfully she's surrounded by a number of investors. She's planning to sell one of her buildings in the city and I remember her mentioning there was a throng of buyers just waiting to pounce on the hot property.

Everyone thinks she's letting go of some real estate due to grief. Those were the ones she shared with General Mondric. But no one here knows the plan that has been set in motion. In a matter of a few Plutonian months, there will be no buildings left for bidding.

We will make sure of it.

The general nods at me when I pass by and I extend the curtesy by doing the same, giving her my sweetest smile.

I've become better at it recently. Faking those smiles for her and Lazarus. It's become more and more genuine that sometimes it feels real.

I know the general thinks I'm unaware of her involvement in my ruin. Every day I sit in silence and pretend to agree with her. I give my input when asked and she pats me on the back like the good little pet that I am.

"May I have two Wicked Dreams, please?" I ask the bartender and he nods, getting to work quickly. I watch as the liquid swirls in the glasses he throws in the air, catching them both just in time before they crash to the floor.

He places them before me, his gaze seeking my approval and I give him another fake smile which makes him beam with happiness. It's honestly a reflex by now.

Just then I catch sight of Lucian and my heart skips a beat. I didn't think he would come today. He walks past the entrance, clad in a nice black dress shirt and pants. He catches sight of his mother and walks past the crowds of Plutonians towards her.

It's as if he can feel the pull of my stare because his head whips in my direction and I see the hollowness in his gaze. His beautiful, crystal blue eyes are haunted and so are the dark circles beneath them. Guilt consumes every part of me, knowing that I did this to him and yet I want to reach out and console him.

But the moment is brief and he turns away before I can do anything more. I watch him head towards his mother. Watch how her face brightens when he reaches her group. She introduces him to the filthy rich Plutonians around her and they respond to Lucian enthusiastically.

I wonder if he knows that his mother was behind his father's death. It took me less than a cycle to realise the machines in the labs were all bombs when I told Axis to steal them. The general knew I would act without her permission.

She worked with Lazarus and the two of them framed me for something they concocted.

Looking at them now, it's amazing how I never noticed it before. The general never saw me as someone with potential to take over. All she ever did was dangle the possibility before me, making me think she would support me which in turn drove me to do everything she wanted.

She's been using me ever since I had any use to her. It's the reason why she put me in this position to begin with. She saw that some of the Sympathizers started to act on my instructions instead of hers and she put me in my place to show everyone who's in charge.

I bet she'll do the same to Lucian. She'll make him sole commander and exert control through her son. That Plutonian has no plans to give up control.

"Darling, if you stand here any longer, the alcohol will evaporate into the air." Lazarus joins me at the edge of the bar and takes one drink from me.

"It has not been that long," I berate. Right now I'm too bitter to pretend I'm hopelessly in love with my fiancé.

"Why the sudden change in mood?" His tone changes and he genuinely looks concerned. His gaze is fixed on me and it's times like these that confuse me. Does he really care or is he just acting?

"I'm fine. Just wish we could all be friends again." It's the safest reply I can think of. I've stopped complaining about the blackmail. There's nothing I can do now except play my part until the plan comes to fruition, hopefully then I will be able to escape.

"We are. You worry too much. Come let us greet our friends." He squeezes my shoulder reassuringly and I try not to soften when he's like this. It's hard. It's really hard when he acts like I'm the only one who matters to him.

It's times like these when I actually believe it.

We walk over to Lucian and his mother just as the group surrounding them dissipates.

"Well if it isn't the happy couple," General Lyra says drily.

Lucian nods at us but he looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"General," Lazarus does a slight bow and then he nods at Lucian. "Comrade, thought you wouldn't make it tonight."

"Pleasant day, Lucian. General." His eyes meet mine then and I try to convey my feelings through my gaze. I wish he could see how I really feel without me having to say the words.

He nods at me. "Luna."

"Have you been for the tour inside the ship?" Lazarus asks the general and they talk about the training room's facilities.

"How have you been?" I use this moment to check on Lucian and he looks surprised when I address him.

"I've been better." He gives me a broken smile and I know, I just know that he can never hate me and that is why I will always end up hurting him. My gut twists painfully and I wonder why it is so hard for us to be together.

Maybe it was never meant to be for us.

Maybe it was always meant to be Lazarus. Or neither of them.

It comes to a point where the conversation is forced and I nudge Lazarus, signalling that we should leave. I catch the relief on General Lyra's face when we bid them goodbye.

She leans in and gives me a quick peck on the cheek and I make a silent promise that she will die by my hand. I will make sure of it.

But until then I will wait. I will do as she says. Once the humans instigate our plans, once our society breaks apart and once we have our new planet. I will stand aside as everyone rips each other apart and then I will take over.

The Sympathizers and the new Pluto will be mine.

Lazarus holds my hand tightly as we leave. He always gets like this when Lucian is around even though he has me on a leash. We head back home and end up making love in my room.

We lie in a tangled mess with the sheets between us and he strokes my hair, staring at me lovingly. I pretend that this moment is real because these are the only instances that give me happiness.

Eventually he falls asleep but I remain wide awake, staring at him. It's not the first time that I imagine stabbing the side of his neck or that large femoral artery by his inner thigh. But Lazarus has too much power and as much as I hate him, I'm also equally obsessed.

Ron is my only hope. Him and those humans he has gathered to start the rebellion.

Lazarus shifts slightly and rubs his nose. It's an adorable act and I help to brush the strand of hair irritating his nose. I wish we were like this always, I wish he was normal.

I sigh and turn on my back, facing the ceiling. Would I be able to live in a universe where he doesn't? Probably not.

The dark thought hits me again and this time it becomes more necessary than the last time. It's these thoughts that make me collect strands of his hair and skin cells left on glasses without his knowledge.

I think of the snakes that can clone themselves in the labs. Now we're able to do the same to animals, soon it will Plutonians.

Maybe I will have the Lazarus I've always wanted. Maybe everything will be alright in the future, once I've gained control of the Sympathizers.

I glance at Lazarus again, who is sleeping peacefully unbeknownst to the impending war that we are working towards in the near future. Tensions are already high and the divide between Lucian and Lazarus grows greater by the cycle.

Only one will survive.

I stroke Lazarus's hair lovingly, imagining a new version of him, all brightness and love.

Maybe I will get my second chance.

THE END

Heyy guys!! Thank you for following me on this journey, more like Luna's journey to the end. Hope this gave you guys more insight on her, Lazarus and General Lyra.

Also based on this chapter I have to ask. After learning what she is capable of, do you still think Lazarus is really dead?