Do I even need a disclaimer?
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Night had draped its heavy blanket across Moscow, cold and bitter. Frost clung to every shadowed windowpane of the Abbey. Deep within the walls of this terror, two figures prepared to take their sworn revenge.
"Tala, I am disappointed in you, but I will give you one more chance. Voltaire is gone and we have a chance to rise."
"And what shall I do, Boris?"
"Take the Bladebreaker of your choice. Play with his mind and avenge our loss with this. Humiliate him. Maim him. Take this serum. It has been designed to take complete control of the mind. With this, you cannot fail."
"Yes sir."
"Now go, and restore our fallen honor!"
The boy with hair like fire and eyes like ice stepped into the stone hall, a syringe and needle in his hands. Tala looked down at the liquid he held.
"Soon, Kai, I will take control of you, and you will finally feel the pain you have caused me!"
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Tala swept silently though the night, silence thick in the air. There, through the window, was Tala's prize. Kai lay asleep, sprawled messily on a bed. Tala could almost feel his prey in his grasp as he slipped into the room.
"Who's there?" Kai's eyes flashed open, disturbed by a presence he could not see. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his stance rigid. He spun around at the sound of movement behind him, but before he could see the intruder, a pale hand darted out and promptly rendered him unconscious.
"Shh, it's nothing but the wind," Tala smirked.
Returning to the Abbey with Kai on his shoulders, he threw the teen onto the cold floor of a cell.
"Rest up. Your sentence in Hell begins tomorrow!"
"Oh, Tala, what have you done?"
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Too short, I'm sorry. weep