New fic, yay, Gods would be as follow:

Levi = Hades

Carla = Demeter

Erwin = Zeus.

As of right now those are the only gods that are going to be used through this chapter. The story is also not fully following the original Persephone and Hades tale (this chapter being the closest as it would get), and will take place in a more modern setting in future chapters. Greek mythology will be altered according to the fic needs, please don't get angry.

Warnings: abuse? I think that's all. My English and grammar.

Turquoise eyes snapped open and they knew right away why he was awake. There was someone watching him. It was early in the morning, the sun was barely starting to show through the trees but Eren was wide awake and he couldn't go back to sleep. Someone was watching him, and he could feel their eyes piercing through even the darkness that was still clouding the earth. It made his skin crawl and cold, but even if he looked around, even if he looked outside his window, he could never find anyone.

It was almost frightening how common this had become to Eren. He first felt the stare when he was outside his home, taking care of the garden his mother loved so much. At the beginning he thought it was his mother watching over him, being the over-protective person she was but the stare felt different. He was used to his mother checking on him as often as she could, but her stare was usually warm, full of life and undying love. It felt as if a blanket was being dropped over his shoulder and he wasn't as alone as he thought he was. It was a reminder that even if Eren was here, in this never ending garden, isolated from everything he still had someone to look after him.

The eyes that were watching him now were completely different. They were strong and powerful like his mother's stare but they held no warmth to them, instead it was a creeping cold that made Eren's skin crawl and shiver until he was out of his bedroom and out into the world where the sun could warm up his skin. It was too dark, the stare was dark and frightening but held something else. Devotion, but different from the one his mother's held. Admiration, but with something hidden behind it. Endearing, and that scared him to no end.

Eren was thankful though, because those eyes were not always watching him. No, they came and went and Eren was never sure when they were going to be back. He wasn't even sure how this person was able to see him. He was hidden away by his mother, in a place where no one could come in and no one could leave. Eren had tried to leave before, but the forest only brought him back to the same cottage with the beautiful garden he tended with love. He was all alone, the only company that he had were the flowers and tree around him, and the visits his mother would often give him. Whatever was watching him was for sure not human, or else they would have met a dreadful end with in the forest, just like Eren almost did more than once when trying to get away.

The fact that he was isolated and knew nothing of the world around him was probably the reason why he was so curious about who was watching him. The never ending trees around him felt like walls that were closing in on him, yet when the stare came back and followed him, then it felt like the trees were not as close as they once were and there was still hope that he could leave one day. If someone could find him in here, in the middle of nowhere, then maybe one day he could leave this place as well.

Eren stared at the ceiling above him, ignoring the cold that was slowly numbing his feet. The pair of turquoise eyes were blinking slowly and still heavy with sleep, his light brown hair was sticking out in odd angles, and his olive skin was lightly coated with sweat because of how nervous he felt under the stare. The colors felt dull around him, even his own form felt dull when he was under the unknown gaze. It almost felt like he was being drained and pulled somewhere, a place he wasn't exactly sure where it was. He shifted on his bed, the sheets rolling down below his hips as his legs tangled with the blankets until half of his body was exposed.

The stare was gone, and Eren let out a soft breath he didn't even know he had been holding in. He turned and took a deep breath next, his body twisting on the bed as the colors around him seem to crawl back to life. The sun was out and gently peeking through the curtains on his windows, but Eren's eyes felt heavy again, his body was tired and he wanted to go back to sleep. Now that he didn't have someone watching him, he was able to relax both physically and mentally. He yawned and his eyes slid shut again, his mind being taken by the world of dreams once again.

Eren stretched and forced himself awake for the second time later that morning. It was noon and the sun was shinning brighter through the windows. The brunette bathed outside near the stream that went through the garden, his hands washing his body clean until he felt as fresh as the water he was bathing with. The warm summer morning was easily drying off his skin without him having to do much, he changed into a light white robe and began doing his chores.

Was it still chores if he was the only one living here and his mother was no longer there? That was a good question. He probably did all of this out of habit but it wasn't like there was much to do at all. The young male sighed and glanced towards the line of trees that extended into the sky and acted almost like walls around him. He walked over, standing there while his big eyes stared into the darkness that laid behind the trees. He took a step forward, his body almost moving on its own before he shook his head and turned. He had tried this before, it never worked. Eren knew very well that his mother had made this forest a maze, filled with danger and traps. Why he still fought against the inevitable was beyond him.

The brunette groaned loudly and walked back to the cottage. He made himself some breakfast, noticing that there was new food in his kitchen, his mother probably brought it over night while he was sleeping. He frowned at that thought and sighed quietly, she could at least wake him up to say hi. After breakfast he went ahead and cleaned up the little cottage, doing the little laundry he had and hanging it outside in between two small trees that where perfectly placed behind his home.

This was his life, his daily routine. He couldn't remember how long he had been doing this. Eren could remember not always been this alone though, his mother was always around and she would often bring other people with her to visit him but now, it almost felt like he was being forgotten and even if he wanted to adventure on his own and find a life of his own, he wasn't even allowed to leave. Even his father hardly spoke to him anymore, if at all. Last time he saw him, he was short with him and wouldn't meet his eyes, like he had done something wrong but Eren couldn't figure out what exactly. It wasn't like he had ever hurt him or wronged him, he just wished for more of his attention. Erwin was always busy though, and Eren knew he wasn't the biggest priority. It just kind of stung.

In this never ending summer, with beautiful flowers and weather, Eren had no one to share it with. This was his little garden, with his little home, in his own little world. It was just him and the flowers. With that in mind he grabbed a bucket and filled it with water, it was time to water the plants. He started with the flowers inside his home, making sure to clean up the delicate petals. The vegetable garden behind his home was next. He poured water over the lettuce, carrots, potatoes and all the different vegetables he was growing. The young male then collected what looked ready to eat and put it in a basket, taking it inside and put it near the small sink.

The rest of the garden was next and the sea of flowers were ready for a bath. He chuckled quietly and sat near the first bed of lowers, using a small cup to pour water on top of the fragile flowers. He stared at the petals, the bright colors that looked almost unrealistic. Well, almost, because right now they were looking a little dull. Eren frowned and glanced at another set of flowers, noticing that they also looked somewhat opaque. The pink color wasn't bright but faded, almost like a smudge on a chalkboard.

Eren turned his head and glanced at the rest of the flowers, watching as the bright colors slowly started to fade. He looked up at the sky, wondering if rain was coming but no, the sun was right above him but the bright light that should be shinning over him was not there. He stood up and moved through the garden, the flowers blowing lightly with the wind before a few petals flew off. It was then that a shiver ran down his spine and he quickly turned, the familiar feeling coming back. Someone was watching him. He turned again, looking around him but there was no one. He was all alone but he knew he wasn't, and the darkness creeping through the trees that surrounded him had never been this frightening. He stared at the darkness behind the trees and flinched before quickly looking away.

The young male kept turning, moving through the garden in an attempt to find what was staring at him, what kept looking at him and what kept following his every move. Panic was quickly building up in his body, causing his body to shake with every step. He was angry, upset and enraged because he couldn't find the source, because he couldn't stop feeling this scared. It was so frustrating and he could feel his body tensing up in his anger, his breathing was harsh and his vision began to blur. The colors were suddenly mixed together and he couldn't see anything. He closed his eyes and held onto his head, shaking it as he tried to make the cursed feeling go away.

He heard it then, horses. He could hear the sound of horses rushing through the fields. The heavy breathing and the intimidating noises they would make when angered. The galloping was loud and ringing in his ears. It was almost like the horse was next to him but there was nothing there. It was too weird, too strange and even though somewhere inside of him he was curious, his own survival instinct took over. He shook his head and quickly ran towards the cottage, his feet stepping on some of the flowers as he rushed but the small pathway had never been longer.

Silence took over and fear spread through Eren's body. He couldn't hear the water from the stream, or the wind anymore, his own steps had no sound and neither did his breathing. The birds that flew by, the noises the forest made, all of it was gone. Silence. That was all Eren could feel and all he wanted was to be inside his home.

Eren flinched and almost froze in place when he felt the unknown eyes right behind him. Everything in his body was telling him not to look back but his head was already turning and his turquoise eyes went wide. Flower petals were scattered everywhere, blowing with the chilly wind and creating a contrast against the darkness that was behind him. A dark fog was covering his garden and all he could see were a pair of horses that looked unnatural, it was almost like they were nothing but a dark liquid, like ink. They dragged themselves against the ground, leaving moist, dark footsteps behind them. The horses were staring at him with bright, blue eyes and the short distance that was in between them was soon reached and Eren could see what was behind the massive beasts.

The two horses were dragging an open carriage. The carriage was made out of obsidian, the dark stone giving a hint of blue. The angles were sharp and looked dangerous, almost like just getting near the carriage would hurt you. The sharp spikes sticking out in odd angles assured a painful death and the wheels that almost looked like melted wax were as unnatural as everything else.

Eren was scared and he didn't realize he had stopped running until he felt the horse right next to him. He kept staring with wide eyes, his mouth running dry while cold sweat ran down his spine. He shuddered and looked up, finally noticing the dark figure that was now standing on the carriage. The man in front of him was wearing black robes with armor that was dark but had a light blue glare to it, just like the carriage. The robes were long, covering his whole frame and the hood with black fur was pooling against his neck. But Eren couldn't see his face, he couldn't because of the mask the man was wearing. The mask was that of a skull, but the skull didn't look human. It was covering almost all of of his face face with the exception of his mouth, but Eren could still see raven colored hair and pale skin that looked almost white, he was sure he could even see this man's veins because of how pale his skin was.

The figured moved towards the edge of the carriage and Eren realized then that the man was now right in front of him, looking down at him with hollow, dark eyes. The mask was hiding his eyes or maybe they were the man's real eyes, Eren wasn't sure, but the dark holes staring at him caused him to snap and to take a step back, his body shaking all over as he fought the urge to scream.

A pale hand with long dark fingernails reached for him and Eren only had enough time to turn before he was snatched into the carriage. He was picked up effortlessly, and pressed against a cold chest. It was then that Eren realized he was crying now, tears were pouring out of his eyes freely and the pale fingers reached over to wipe the tears away with surprising tenderness. The touch was cold and those nails looked dangerously sharp but Eren was not harmed. The hand moved over his face, touching his cheeks with the back of it, before the digits gently touched his lips. The soft touches moved to his neck and jaw, it almost felt like the man in front of him was admiring his face and as soon as tears were rolling down his eyes again, the stranger was quickly wiping them away.

Eren tried to open his mouth to say something but instead his eyes looked around him. The fog was still consuming his garden and the flowers were all gone, scattered in the wind and still dancing around them. What exactly was happening? He didn't know. It was frightening beyond belief and Eren felt his legs shaking and his eyes were welling up with more tears. He heard himself let out soft noises and then the pair of hands were holding onto his face.

The brunette was forced to look at the man in front of him again, and he was leaning closer and closer. The mask disappeared into ashes that were blown by the wind and Eren only had a second to see the face in front of him. Sharp, icy-blue eyes, stared back at him and all the young male did was close his eyes before a pair of lips were pressing against his own. The kiss was desperate, forceful and at the same time passionate. The man was pulling him in closer, wrapping his arms around Eren's form and slipping one of his arms around his waist while his other hand kept holding onto his face. Just like the rest though, the kiss was also cold, and the wet tongue that was now inside Eren's mouth was making him shiver and tear up.

This was Eren's first kiss, and the man felt like he was trying to devour him, swallow him whole and take control of him. It as almost hypnotizing as well, because Eren couldn't bring himself to push the other away, instead he held onto the others dark robes, his mind going hazy with the lack of air and his lungs were starting to burn. But the man didn't stop, not until he had tasted him entirely, only then did the man pulled back, his tongue dancing over Eren's lips before gently biting on them. He chuckled, and it was deep and low and it made Eren twitch and close his eyes again. The man leaned in and kissed him once again but this time it was short, a peck on the lips.

The horses shrieked then and Eren felt the carriage moving, the fog had taken over and now they were moving through the darkness. The young male looking around him, his wide eyes staring in fear as he could see nothing but darkness, the light was gone and the dull colors now sounded wonderful in comparison to the never ending darkness around him.

Far in the distance, Eren could see the sun disappearing. He shook his head, despair finally taking over as he struggled and tried to reach for the light that was slowly fading. Eren heard himself screaming for the first time when the light finally left him. He could no longer see the sun, it was gone.

The young male was pulled again, the cold hands keeping him still. He was shaking from head to toe, his panic consuming him whole as he tried to find any kind of source of light but the only thing he could see was the light glowing of the carriage and the man's armor. He was spun around so his back was facing the man's cold chest, and then his body was pushed against the carriage. Eren let out a soft whimper, his hands holding onto the carriage, the spikes not being as sharp as he first thought, or maybe it was only because he was touching them.

He was bent over the carriage, and the cold hands were roaming over his chest and waist. Eren jerked and his eyes went wide when his robe was easily ripped open, his body frozen in place. He was scared, too scared. He was breathing heavily and he could feel himself curling up and slowly kneeling on the carriage but he was quickly jerked by his arm and forced to bend over the carriage again. He was crying and shaking his head, his legs trembling as they tried to keep him on his feet.

Eren wasn't sure of what was happening, his mind was trying to tell him something, to explain to him what exactly was happening but he refused to listen. He refused to admit his situation. He couldn't. It was hurting and his tears were falling faster than ever, and he sobbed quietly and felt as one of the cold hands ran over his lower back, appreciating the curve there. He could feel them moving from his hips to his thighs, rubbing against the soft skin of his inner thighs and then his hips. The hands were suddenly everywhere, or maybe Eren's mind was too out of it to truly make sense of the situation anymore. All he knew was that those cold hands were touching him, and the long fingernails were gently scraping against the skin on his thighs and hips.

Eren didn't even have to try to close his eyes to keep himself from watching what was happening, the darkness was only growing and it was slowly crawling into his eyes, making him unable to see anything at all. He gasped and arched his body, and then he felt those hands dancing over his chest next, admiring him, cherishing him. But the fear inside Eren's chest was just growing and his mind was slowly slipping away. He was going to go insane, he was going to break. The brunette let out a loud sob and then the hands moved faster. He felt something cold crawling inside of him, freezing his insides and making him twist with wide eyes. The cold feeling made his knees buckle under his weight and then he was being pulled and thrown over the carriage, one hand keeping him in place by holding onto the back of his neck.

It was odd, how his mind kept screaming at him to fight, to struggle, to stop being so afraid but his body wouldn't move. The pair of cold eyes staring him kept him pinned in place and the hand that was touching him, slipping inside with cold fingers and causing him to let out choking sobs, was not stopping. He knew what was happening now, for sure he did but he kept shaking his head, denying anything and everything.

The young male felt the stranger looming over him and soon he felt something heavy leaning over his back, and those cold hands were now on top of his own and soft lips were brushing against his shoulder. Eren's chest was pressing against the carriage and then one of the hands moved from holding his own to covering his eyes, as if to shield him from what was about to happen.

Eren had never heard himself screaming so loud. He had screamed in pain and suffering before, in loneliness and sadness but he couldn't remember his voice ever being this loud and raw. It almost felt like his throat was tearing. He was in pain, his body was twitching in pain, the cold feeling that had been inside of him was now replaced for a burning fire. It was spreading through him, making his body shake and his eyes lightly roll to the back of his head. He was breathing heavily and his legs were giving up again, but the man kept him in place.

The screams didn't stop, he couldn't stop. The man was panting next to him, whispering things that Eren couldn't understand or maybe he just didn't want to. He kept his hand over his eyes and the young male sobbed again and his body started to twitch. He tried to curl up, squirm, anything, but he was kept in place the whole time. Another scream ripped from his throat and then Eren felt something shattering, his eyes rolled back again and his consciousness disappeared.

Even in his idle mental state Eren couldn't find peace, the coldness kept crawling over and he could feel something, he wasn't sure what it was but he could see something besides the darkness, and unbeknownst to him, up above on earth the millions of flowers that had been blooming all across the world suddenly shattered. The petals flew across the different winds, covering the world with the death beauty. It was abnormal, and fear crawled across the world, something was wrong but nobody knew what.

Eren was finally able to rest after the odd feeling was gone, his whole body collapsed along with what was left of his mind. The darkness finally overtook him and he couldn't do anything but let it happen, only feeling the cold hands holding onto his own until he was gone.

It was unusual for nature to do this. The whole world was in a state of awe, there hadn't been a place that had been spared. All the beautiful flowers and plants had dried out. The crops and fields were fine, but the colorful flora had been wiped from the world. Forests had suffered, the jungles were no different. Animals, insects and other living creatures were in panic. It was like they knew what happened and the people could do nothing but to whisper in between them, to gossip and come to conclusions on their own.

The Gods. Someone had angered them, or something happened. They did the only thing they could think of, they prayed, they gave offerings and they begged the Gods that could control their earth and nature to please spare them.

Carla heard those prayers, she glanced and moved across the earth, her eyes wide with fear and anger. She knew what had happened, and the mere thought made her whole being tremble with anger, and it showed. The earth was shaking, small earthquakes broke through the world but nothing big enough to harm anyone. She moved with speed she didn't even know she owned and before she knew it she was standing on the middle of the perfect little garden. Except it wasn't perfect anymore.

The cottage was empty, the door was open and the windows were broken. A half finished meal was on the table and Eren's clothes were still drying in the back. She looked through every room, her long gown dragging as she walked. The golden jewelry that adorned her neck, ankle, wrists and fingers making soft noises each time she moved.

Eren's little home was empty and Carla ran outside, but she knew that Eren was not there. She just couldn't accept it. The garden was gone, the soft petals covering the whole ground showing what had happened. She held a hand on her chest, the pain on there only growing as the fear of her son's disappearance became more evident. Eren was gone, and she had no idea where he was. Whoever took him ripped Eren from his home by force and the struggle was evident, she could feel it on the earth. She could still hear her son's screams as they echoed on the ground underneath her. She covered her ears and hissed in pain before narrowing her eyes and growling.

They had taken what was the most dear to her and they had stripped him from his home and innocence. Whoever had done this, whoever had been stupid enough to do this, was going to pay and she was going to make sure to deliver the punishment herself.

Eren was dreaming. He was cold and curling up underneath the sheets, his eyelids twitching and his breathing becoming uneven. The dream was distant and foggy, he couldn't make out what was happening but he could see himself, he could feel what was happening. He knew his vision was blurry and his half lidded eyes could hardly focus on anything. He was cold, colder than ever. Goose bumps were crawling over his skin and a pair of hands moved over his chest, resting over his collarbone. A pair of fingers ran over the sharp bones and then moved to his neck. The two hands held onto his neck but didn't choke him or did anything to harm him, they were just touching the skin there, gently massaging it. The long fingernails brushed against his jaw and one nail lifted his chin, forcing his half lidded eyes to stare back at a pair of icy-blue orbs.

The brunette could hear his breathing, it was sharp and uneven. He was panting loudly and he could feel sweat sticking to his skin. Eren's cheeks were warm and the warmth spread all the way to his ears and neck. He tilted his head and dropped his head on his shoulder, and the hands simply cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss. It was only then that Eren noticed he was sitting on top of someone, and the warmth on his face wasn't not only reaching his ears but spreading all over his body, specially his hips. He was semi-aware of how his body was being moved, back and forth on top of the man underneath him, but his dream was too hazy for him to even fully understand all that was happening.

Eren could hear soft noises crawling out of his mouth, the hands holding his face caressing his cheeks and moving to pet with his hair. The cold fingers moved to hold onto his waist and suddenly Eren was moving faster and he was squirming and letting out soft noises. The half-lidded turquoise eyes were lost and he could hardly make out how the man looked like. The raven hair was so dark, darker than a night without moon. The skin on the other hand could be considered the same color of the moon, so pale and Eren could see the small blue veins and he could feel his fingers trying to touch them but not reaching them. A sharp stare kept looking at him and a small smirk was adoring those pale lips. But Eren, once he stared at those icy-blue eyes, he couldn't look away. He knew those eyes, that stare, those looks. He had felt them before, multiple times, when he was awake, when he was asleep.

Eren's eyes snapped open and he woke up from his dream. He took a deep breath, almost like if he hadn't been breathing this whole time. He turned, his eyes wide in surprise as his lungs tried their hardest to supply air to his body. An unfamiliar ceiling welcomed him. the room he was in was dark, with no windows, but it was big, it was easily six times the size of his little cottage. Still, it had a cold, unwelcoming feeling.

The young male quickly sat up, the soft bed not feeling so nice anymore. The black sheets looking offensive and dirty. He got up, his feet dragging over the cold marble floor. The huge room had a dresser, and a table with a massive mirror and different brushes, hairpins and jewelry. The bedroom was semi-divided in two by a screen, and Eren peeked behind it and saw a bathroom, the big bathtub was filled with warm water and black waterlily's were floating on top. He walked around the bedroom, his hands rubbing his cold arms. He hadn't even noticed he was wearing a black robe now, all he could do was stare at the high ceiling that had dangerous spikes hanging from it. The terrifying architecture sent a shiver down his spine. The place was dangerous, scary and the complete opposite of Eren's garden.

Eren swallowed heavily and looked around the room once again, just to finally notice a door. He ran towards it and quickly twisted the handle before pulling the heavy door open. He ran out of the bedroom and through the dark hallways, the only light coming from the dull, green torches that illuminated the hallways. He kept running, not even stopping to see where he was going, his feet were getting numb from stepping on the cold floor but he couldn't stop. The young male was panting heavily, his lungs struggling to keep up with him, he couldn't remember having such a hard time breathing before and he also was just now realizing how sore his body was.

The hallways seemed never ending and soon stairs showed up and Eren ran down those big, wide staircases. He ignored the paintings on the walls and the soft carpet that was now underneath his feet. This place felt like a massive mansion, except like something out of a nightmare. He could hear people screaming in the background and he would flinch every time a scream was too long. The staircase ended and Eren ran through another hallway before a pair of big doors became clear. The doors were open and he wasted no time running through them, a bridge showing then and just as Eren was about to stop on it, something yanked him back.

Eren let out a small scream as something pulled on his wrists, ankles and neck. Whatever it was yanked him hard enough to make him fall on his back, and leave him gasping for air. He was taking sharp breaths and his hands quickly touched on his neck, noticing that something was holding tightly onto it. Not only that but also his wrists and ankles. The young male sat up and stared at the see through shackles around his ankles, and wrists. They looked almost made out of crystal, delicate and cold but they had been strong enough to pull him back and he was sure they hadn't been there before. The collar around his neck felt no different and just like they had appeared the bounds disappeared, leaving Eren completely confused.

Eren swallowed heavily and stood up, rubbing on his wrists and noticing that nothing was there at all now, and with that in mind he moved towards the bridge but as soon as he stepped near the edge of the mansion, he could hear the clicking of chains and the shackles were back and his collar was bond again. He shook his head, staring at the chains that went back inside the mansion, keeping him from running away. He bit down on his bottom lip and grabbed on the chains, pulling on them in an attempt to set himself free. The crystal looked so weak and fragile but Eren pulled and yanked on the chains and they never budged. He kept pulling though, fear slowly spreading through his body. He felt tears filling his eyes and he begged, plead for the chains to let him go.

"Please, please, please, let go..." And his voice was so soft and sore. He yanked on the chains again, just to be yanked by them and pulled towards the door. He shook his head and moved towards the bridge, clinging to one of the edges as the chains pulled on him but this time almost playing with him. Eren leaned over the bridge, tears slowly falling down the tip of his nose and into the river underneath him. It was then that he noticed, the different faces and eyes staring back at him, the wide eyes that looked hollow and then the faces screamed and Eren screamed with them and moved away from the bridge. He covered his ears, sitting on the floor near the big doors, he was shaking and trying to ignore the screaming but it wouldn't stop.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" He heard himself yelling and the fear of finally figuring out where he was, was filling him up whole and making him scream louder. There was only one place like this, only one place with so much darkness. Only one place with a river of souls.

Eren was in the underworld, and if there was something everybody knew, even him, it was the fact that nobody could ever escape it.

The brunette was so lost in his own fear and mind that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him that echoed against the walls. He kept his eyes closed and his hands over his ears, not wanting to hear the screaming coming from the river. He was tearing up and curling up, until a hand reached and grabbed his chin, tilting his head back. Eren's eyes open up slowly and he blinked a couple of times, his vision becoming clear after a few tears were shed. The man from before was staring down at him, and his thumb was gently rubbing his cheek and getting rid of some of the tears.

Levi, this was Levi, the God of the underworld. Eren hadn't even considered this before, it never crossed his mind but now he was right here, kneeling down with his head tilted back and his eyes staring at the God himself. He wanted to say something, to open his mouth and speak but his throat felt dry, still he struggled with it and swallowed heavily, his brows furrowing together before he let out a soft noise.

"I...I want to go home."

"This is your home."

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