Summary: Edian survives and repents for her crimes following the events of chapter 400.

A/N: Angst. Angst. Gore. Angst. Black Humor?


Frankenstein gestured flippantly at the hallway, turning back to his work. Edian nodded and excused herself.

"It is the third door down."

She winced when she eyed her reflection in his mirror. the cuts were innumerable and paper thin, and her face appeared more hideous than any humanoid or animal creature's should have ever been allowed to be, in her opinion. She was surprised at the degree of filth she found on the basin and began scrubbing fastidiously at the grime on his sink. This, Edian quickly realized, was a mistake, and her exhausted body quickly protested.

Edian gripped the sides of the basin until the world stopped shifting against her will, knees threatening to buckle.

She continued to wash her face until the water at last ran clear.


[several months later]

Raizel's eyes widened briefly in surprise when the corner of the table brushed against the upper part of the sleeve, which clearly had no appendage to fill it out. It appeared that Frankenstein had amputated her left arm.

Edian placed the bottle on the table, coming to kneel by the table leg, keeping her eyes riveted to the floor.

If my arm cannot be used for my Lord's service, then it serves no utility.


Raizel later realized/would later realize that it was the same arm that had once held the bloodstone.


Frankenstein leaned back in the chair, steepling his fingers. He could either wait for her to axphyxiate (the pain was incredible, even drawing a single breath was agony), or administer an opiod. He was tempted for the latter.

At last he yielded and administered the analgesic. After several minutes, Edian's breathing evened out. Frankenstein swiped at the moisture beneath the still-closed eyelids.

Raizel looked on, his expression unchanged, but perhaps slightly more pained than its usual appearance.