gpt
Oscar:  Oscar swung Akashia at the swords bearing down on him from all directions, shattering them to pieces. He couldn’t dodge every blade, though, and some grazed his flesh. Still, he made sure to smash any that would have fatally wounded him. Despite her exhaustion, his fiancée was doing what she could to help. Oscar spared a thought of gratitude for her while he closed in on the witch. Sneering, Oscar asked Lavinia,
human
Oscar:  "So I have to die? Is that why you cursed me?”
gpt
Lavinia:  "It is. If you’re going to hate anyone, hate your mother,” she replied coldly. There was no emotion in her tone.
human
Oscar:  Several invisible vines snaked toward the young king, weaving between the swords. A strike from Akashia ended their encroachment. Oscar evaded the floating blades by leaping to the right, lopping off a vine curling around his ankle as he did. Next, he used his free hand to grab the hilt of a dagger before it could run through his left flank, then used that to parry away a sword speeding for him. Dodging the vines, he hurried toward their spell core. As Akashia pierced and dispersed the magic, Lavinia declared,
gpt
Lavinia:  “The harder you fight, the more you’ll suffer.”
human
Oscar:  Immediately afterward, huge white claws appeared before Oscar—too close to evade. Just as they had on that night, the white nails glimmered as they dived for his shoulder.
gpt
Oscar:  “No,” Oscar whispered as he caught hold of them before they could sink into his flesh. These aren’t claws or nails. It’s just a dagger. He hurled it away. Ultimately, the claws had never reached him. Instead, they’d ripped into his mother, who had thrown herself before him. The nails tore into her shoulder and rent her body apart. Although her face was racked with terrible pain, she wove a spell. Wrenching herself free of the claws, she flung them at the bird demon. It flicked the red-tipped things away. Fresh blood stained the walls. The moon peeked out from the clouds. Pallid, tranquil light shone into the room. Numbly, Oscar stared down at his mother, prostrate on the floor, and timidly reached for her blood-soaked back.
human
Oscar:  “Mother?”
gpt
Oscar:  Before he could touch her, the woman’s body vanished. So did all the stains on the walls. All that remained was a shredded blue bird lying on the balcony.