Disclaimer: I am not Cassandra Clare, the author, and I most certainly do not own the Mortal Instruments or the universe it is based on. This is my personal take on CoHF, and this has not been approved in any way by Clare.
III ~•o•o•~ Obedience ~•o•o•~ III
"We're so dead," Simon deadpanned.
"I think you're already dead," Alec replied casually.
"How can you joke in a time like this?"
"Maybe because I've given up on everything I hold dear. My life, my family... Magnus."
Simon stared at him sympathetically. "Alec, I'm so sorry."
"Like Jace always likes to say, it's not your fault. So you really shouldn't be apologizing. But thank you anyway."
It has been 2 hours since Isabelle's release, and Sebastian has not yet received any response from the Conclave. Simon admitted he was a tad bit disappointed, but he knew that he ought to be happy. Even if he died, at least Jace and Clary would be safe. So would Isabelle.
That is, if Sebastian's 'Ritual' was merely to generate a new race of puppies.
Even if Simon died, he swore he wouldn't cry nor would he scream, no matter how much it hurt. This was Sebastian's fault; the last thing Simon could do was to keep him unsatisfied and die a hero's death.
He wasn't much of a hero now, chained to these stupid rocks. Losing his temper, Simon tugged against his chains once more and, again, felt that burning sensation where his skin touched the metal.
"Stop struggling. It'll only hurt you more. Just accept that our lives are over," Alec intoned.
Simon threw his hands back to their former position in exasperation.
"Since when did you become so pessimistic?" Simon ordered angrily.
"I was always pessimistic."
"You sound like Jace."
"That's an accomplishment."
Then a toll sounded through the cavern, signaling midnight. Sebastian's alarm clock, Simon thought to himself.
Yet there was still an oppressive silence.
And nothing more than that.
"Our death sentence has been signed," Simon murmured.
"As if you weren't anticipating that bell for the last 2 hours," Alec responded tiredly. "Oh well, you might as well draw comfort from the fact that at least we're dying together."
Simon frowned. Why has Alec given up so fast?
Suddenly, Simon heard a yell that sounded like a battle cry.
Simon gasped. "Did you hear that?"
"No. You're forgetting that you have better hearing than me."
It came again. An unmistakably human cry -
Accompanied by a werewolf's growl. This time even Alec heard it because he shot straight up. With renewed hope, Simon looked towards the pathway leading out of the cavern...
And saw the faint glow of witchlight.
"They've come," he whispered.
The battle was absolute chaos.
As soon as Maryse stepped on the phial, the rune she drew on her back gave the rest of the Conclave and the werewolves directions to the cave. However, she couldn't see Alec and Simon anywhere; she was in a reception chamber, in front of about 100 Dark Nephilim.
Her first thought was, Wow, Jonathan's been busy.
Then at the sight of the Dark Nephilim's weapons, she thought, I'm going to die if my allies don't come fast.
As if right on cue, the Moon Children appeared by her side and she was joined by her husband and the rest of the Conclave, many of them holding witchlight stones and seraph blades.
Without further ado, Robert spoke loud and clearly, "Where is my son and the Daylighter?"
The Dark Nephilim just stood there without saying a word. Apparently, they were not a force to make negotiations with.
Robert exhaled in disappointment, "Very well. You know, we do not wish to fight you, so if you cooperate with us -"
He was cut off by a wicked laugh reverberating from the back. The Dark Nephilim parted as the source of the chuckle came closer and closer and finally, into view.
It was Amatis.
"Oh no, no, no. I'd love to fight. Because I know that I will win. I always do," she jibed gleefully.
After that, she pounced. Straight onto Maryse.
If it weren't for Maryse's quick reflexes, Amatis' knife would have struck her heart. Maryse unsheathed her sword and swung it expertly, while Amatis dodged her blows with unbelievable grace. Around them, a war ensued. The wolves growled and tore into the Dark army, although as time passed by, Maryse realized that the wolves were actually dying faster than the Dark Nephilim were. Cries and wails echoed throughout the dim room, as well as the noise of clashing metal.
Maryse flung her sword at Amatis but she dodged under her strike. Amatis continued to move forward and, with incredible strength and speed, propelled Maryse to the ground.
Amatis laughed maniacally. "How does it feel to be struck down by a woman older than you?" Still smiling, she started to slice Maryse's neck open, and was about to slit her throat -
When a silver-golden flame collided into Amatis' shoulder, causing her to rear back in pain. Sensing an opportunity, Maryse drove her elbow into Amatis' face and kicked her in the chest.
Picking up her sword, Maryse got up to find her savior, although she already had it under good authority who it was.
"You're welcome, mom," Isabelle said with a smirk.
"You were supposed to be at home."
"Yeah, well, if I had stayed at home, you'd be dead. You should be grateful."
With that, Maryse's daughter progressed into the crowd, leaving Maryse herself behind.
Clary, Jace, and Isabelle fell out of the sky in front of the cave. Magnus wasn't kidding; he really did break the spell placed on the island. Judging from the fire and the screams coming from inside, Clary knew that the battle had already started.
"Come on," Jace beckoned.
Once they entered, almost instantly, they were greeted with a Dark Nephilim. Without thinking, Clary pulled out a seraph blade and threw it at him. She didn't even bother to name the blade; Clary only needed the sharpness of the blade to kill him, not its angelic alliance. Under ordinary circumstances, Clary supposed he could have deflected the blade with his bare hand, but since Clary had the element of surprise, the knife anchored itself into his chest, and he fell to the floor, dead.
"Nice work," Jace praised her. "But sucks that you left me out of the fun."
"I'll let you kill the next one," Clary promised with a laugh. It was like the antique shop back in Prague all over again; Clary was high with the euphoria of victory.
"This feels good," Clary admitted in spite of herself. "I can see why you like Shadowhunting so much."
Isabelle shook her head in disdain. "Jace, what have you made of our good girl Clary?"
"I made her badass."
Isabelle rolled her eyes and they continued to move further into the cave, occasionally killing Dark Nephilim whenever one showed up. Clary realized that not only were the Dark Nephilim not Marked, but they were also not particularly powerful alone. Only when they attacked in a group were they a formidable force.
As if the Dark Nephilim heard her thoughts, which Clary was pretty sure wasn't possible, three of them jumped out of the blackness and ambushed the trio. It was clever, but Jace's senses were faster. As the Dark Nephilim flung out their weapons from above, Jace slammed Clary and Isabelle down, effectively dodging their strikes and giving the girls a signal to arm themselves. Clary fumbled through her belt for a seraph blade, while Isabelle uncoiled her whip.
A Dark Nephilim sprung at Clary, but unlike their previous fights, Clary didn't have the element of surprise anymore. Now her opponent had the upper hand. Clary decided that she needed another blade to aid her, so she drew another one and quickly named her right knife "Habiel" and her left "Salilus." Readying herself for battle, she propelled herself at her opposer, slicing and hacking with her blades - ruthlessly but not carelessly. The Dark Nephilim was just as relentless, parrying Clary's strikes and slashing at areas where Clary's gear would not protect.
He aimed his knife at Clary's head, but she ducked just in time. It was then Clary realized that brute strength and agility would not be enough to strike him down; she needed something more. What was she best at doing?
Runes, Clary thought. But Clary didn't have enough time to draw out her stele and wait for a rune to come to her; she was too occupied with the fight. Cautiously, Clary looked around for ideas while keeping an eye out for the Dark Nephilim's incoming blows. She saw Jace fighting two Dark Nephilim at once with ease, and Isabelle was no where to be seen. Disappointed, Clary returned her full attention to her own duel. She slashed at the Dark Nephilim and the cloth of his armor slit open, revealing a strip of bare skin.
Bare skin. Unmarked skin.
That was it: Clary didn't need to create a detonative rune; all she had to do was draw a random rune on the Dark Nephilim's skin to provide her the distraction she needed.
But what was the point? She couldn't get close enough without getting decapitated herself.
Then Clary did something that would generally be considered folly.
She threw her right seraph blade.
Clary didn't bother to think before racing after the soaring knife as it buried itself into the Dark Nephilim's upper arm. Clary seized the rent on his fabric and tore it wide enough for a Mark to fit in. In one fluid motion, Clary produced her stele and drew an enkeli rune on his skin. Almost immediately, the Dark Nephilim screamed in pain and Clary heard a sizzling sound coming from the Mark.
The rune of seraphic conversion was burning him. As would any other Mark, Clary deduced. Not wasting a single second, Clary transfered her other seraph blade to her right hand, and drove it down his chest.
His eyes widened and he gasped in shock. For a while his eyelids fluttered and his arms flailed helplessly, but Clary had already retrieved her other knife. She drove it through his heart, lest he mustered enough energy to strike again.
At that, he stilled.
After that dreadful fight, the high of battle had vanished from Clary. Clary remembered seeing the Dark Nephilim's soul rising up to his eyes and how he struggled to stay alive to no avail. She would have stayed frozen in time if Jace hadn't pulled her up and encouraged her to continue their trek.
Now Clary and Jace were in the chamber where the main part of the war took place, joined by Isabelle who had just saved her mother from Dark Amatis.
They started to discuss their next action, whilst Isabelle flung her whip at any opposing Dark Nephilim nearby.
"Let's just go further in. The prison cavern is bound to be in the deepest part of the labyrinth, where it'd be hardest to access," Isabelle suggested.
Jace countered, "Or, Sebastian's chamber could be in the deepest part. His dwelling is of significance too."
Clary shivered. "You're not telling me Sebastian lives here."
Jace shrugged. "This place is - was guarded with enchantments after all. It was probably the safest place for him to be, after you destroyed his apartment, which reminds me, I still haven't properly rewarded you for that yet..."
Isabelle harrumphed. "Not now, Jace. Let's keeping moving."
So they did, dispatching Dark Nephilim along the way. After fighting alongside Jace and Isabelle, Clary didn't ever want to leave their sides again. Isabelle's whip was a circle of protection around them and Jace's strong arms next Clary's made her feel like no danger was going to come to her at all. Of course, occasionally Jace would be caught up in his own battle and Clary would have to fight her own, but knowing Jace was with her slowly brought her euphoria of battle back.
Eventually, they reached the end - which branched off into two corridors.
"Oh God. Which one now?" Isabelle wailed impatiently.
"I say the right one," Jace offered.
"I say the left," Clary countered.
Isabelle raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Does this mean there's going to be a couple's quarrel here?"
"Shut up, Isabelle," Jace snapped. "Fine, we'll take the left."
"How compliant," Clary heard Isabelle mutter under her breath.
Jace did in fact move towards the left, leaving Isabelle and Clary to follow in his wake. The stone pathway was eerie and strangely quiet. After they entered the corridor, the sounds of the fight outside were drowned by the noises made by Isabelle's hunting boots. After a while, Clary whispered, "Isabelle, I think you need a soundless rune. I bet you're alerting every guard in the vicinity of our presence."
Isabelle sighed. "You're right." When Clary bent down with her stele, Isabelle immediately moved away. "Oh no, no, no. No runes drawn by you. You're going to make me mute with a soundless rune. I'll do it."
After she applied it, the three of them continued to move in silence. The hallway was faintly lit by witchlight torches placed here and there - too dark to have a proper fight, but bright enough to see the way. Eventually they reached a staircase that winded down to blackness.
"Really?" Jace exclaimed, annoyance hinted in his voice. "I don't recall Sebastian being particularly fond of the dark."
Jace took out his witchlight stone and raised it up high as he descended first.
"It's safe for the first few steps," Jace announced. "But don't hold your breath. This is going to be a long walk."
Clary rolled her eyes and she and Isabelle followed him.
Turns out Jace really wasn't lying about a long walk. Clary and Isabelle both took out their witchlight stones as well, and the glow of the three stones were enough to brighten the staircase and the few flights below it. The staircase spiraled and spiraled downwards, unceasingly.
"It's a good thing I put on a soundless rune," Isabelle remarked with a note of temper. "Are we there yet?"
"What do you think?" Jace growled harshly. Out of the three of them, Jace was probably the most irritated by the unending staircase. "Is this some kind of ploy? To deter us forever?"
"Sebastian must think highly of us," Clary grumbled.
They continued to walk.
And walk.
And walk.
Then Clary's foot stepped on something slimy and she let out a scream, which instantaneously caught Jace's attention.
"What wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Foot..." Clary stuttered in terror. It wasn't like Clary hasn't stepped on manure or something of the sort, but this was something entirely different. There was an odd, disturbing aura exuded from the slime that made Clary want to cower in fright.
"This feels like a joke," Isabelle complained. "We've been walking for minutes straight and now your foot gets stuck in a deterrent?"
Jace's hands travelled to Clary's foot and he pulled it out of the goo.
He frowned. "False alarm much?"
"Yeah, false alarm... I guess." Clary flushed with embarrassment. She must've made a fool of herself.
They progressed further down when Isabelle's boots got caught in another glob of goo.
"Oh God," she gasped with a hint of fright in her voice.
Clary raised her eyebrows. "Isabelle?"
"Boots... stuck," Isabelle choked out. Giving a bit more effort, Isabelle hefted her foot out of the slime and placed it down gingerly on the step below it. "Okay, that was scary."
Jace frowned again. "Women. Such scardy-cats."
"It's not that. Whenever we step on the sludge, we're suddenly filled with inexplicable fear. That's what you felt, right?" Clary nodded in Isabelle's direction.
"Precisely, however much I hate to admit it."
Jace sighed. "Let's just keep moving and avoid any more slime."
A few more minutes passed by and they were still caught in the endless stairwell. By then Clary had started to give up.
"I think we should just go back," Clary stated. "There is just no way this is going to lead to anywhere."
"Except a heavily guarded prison cell," Isabelle snapped. "Come on, Clary. You want to save Simon as much as I do, right?"
Clary's eyebrows furrowed. "Simon? I thought you came here for Alec."
"I came here for both of them," she replied bitterly. "Now stick a sock in it."
Suddenly, Jace's arm shot out and Clary slammed right into it.
"Ow," she tried to say but before she could, Jace's hand reached and covered her mouth.
"Shh," he whispered in her ear. "We're there."
Clary's eyes widened. They had, indeed, reached an ornate looking double door, which was probably the most beautiful object in the cave. Its handles were coated with gold and were lined with rubies and emeralds and gems Clary didn't have names for.
"That's a really nice prison," Isabelle muttered.
"Not a prison," Clary said, although she knew she was stating the obvious. "Sebastian's lair."
Without any volition on his part, Jace flung the doors open, revealing a chamber similar to a medieval throne room of a castle. At the furthest back, propped atop the most majestic throne in the room, was Sebastian, apparently examining his fingernails. Once Jace, Clary, and Isabelle stepped in, he lifted his head up indolently.
"Mhm, Jace," Sebastian mused. "Sister," he nodded in Clary's direction. "Slut," he added, looking towards Isabelle.
Isabelle scowled. "Bastard."
Sebastian ignored her and stared intently at Jace and Clary. "I guess this means you've made up your mind? To join me, and reform the Clave as a family?"
Sebastian waved his hands at either sides of his throne, and two other thrones materialized out of thin air, one silver and one bronze.
Clary, Jace, and Isabelle made no movement towards the chairs.
"Come," Sebastian reiterated impatiently. "We don't have all night."
"We haven't come to join you, in case your stupid mind hasn't figured that out yet," Jace snarled.
"Even if I hand over the Daylighter and the gay Lightwood?"
"In case you haven't noticed, there's a war outside your door. Well, a few million flights up, but nonetheless, a war is ensuing."
Sebastian's initial gallantry quickly shifted to restless ire. "I know that, Jace, but they won't succeed in rescuing my prisoners. But we digress. Let's focus on the matters at hand, shall we?"
"We have no matters at hand, Sebastian. We refused your offer, and now we're going to kill you," Jace seethed.
Sebastian laughed mischievously. "Let me tell you this: I've been watching you three make your way down here. In a way I have surveillance cameras all over the place, although I do not use mundane technology. I've seen you fight my Dark army with ease, but you only fought a few of them at a time. Now you three are alone, in this room with me, the commander of them all. So how well will you do against 50?"
The word "fifty" lingered in the air and resonated through the room. Then Jace heard footsteps coming closer and closer, like a soldier's march in the Middle Ages. The footsteps were much more audible now, and it was clear that there wasn't just one Dark Nephilim approaching, but 50, like Sebastian had promised. They convened around Jace, Clary, and Isabelle, forming a perfect circle of red-clad Shadowhunters.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jace saw Sebastian smile. "Now fight, and prove your worth."
The Dark Nephilim threw themselves at the three with incredible speed, but Isabelle's whip was quicker. The silver and gold of her whip flashed in the darkness, forming a lasso of fire around them - but Jace knew Isabelle's whip couldn't hold out the Dark army much longer; she only bought enough time for Jace and Clary to properly arm themselves.
"Damn it," Clary cursed. "I thought I had more seraph blades."
Jace glanced at her. She was armed with two blood-stained seraph blades - the ones she used to kill the Dark Nephilim she was struggling with - but other than that, her belt was destitute of weapons. Jace took out 2 extra seraph blades from his belt and gave it to her.
"Qamiel." Jace handed Clary the one he held in his right. "And Omael." Jace gave her his left.
Clary stuffed them in her belt. "Thanks."
"Clary!" Isabelle shrieked in horrified warning. Jace turned to look but he was already locked in another duel. He slashed and parried the Dark Nephilim's strikes deftly, dodging when appropriate, anticipating their every next move. Jace found this batch weaker than the few he fought outside; he easily kicked away their blades and elbowed them in the nose. He was so enraptured by taking down Sebastian's puny army he forgot about the main problem itself.
He whirled around and saw Sebastian shake his head in dismay. Jace changed course and headed towards him; he promised he'd end Sebastian once and for all tonight, and only in hell was he going to renege on his promise. Shoving his way through the crowd, he snuck one last look at Isabelle and Clary, who were back to back fighting Dark Nephilim. They will survive, Jace thought, and he continued his way to Sebastian.
"We're here!" Simon yelled at the top of his lungs.
Alec shook his head. "It's no use. There must be some kind of spell placed on this particular cavern that confines the noises we make to this room. You've been yelling for minutes and yet no one has come to our aid. And, I can hear weapons clashing outside. So should you."
Simon protested, "But look at the opening. Light - well, there's no light now, but there was light before. Someone must have gotten this far -"
"Perhaps, and perhaps he got waylaid by Dark Nephilim, leaving the witchlight to extinguish on the ground. Just accept the inevitable, we're dead."
"Alec! Look, I'm sympathetic for your situation, what with Magnus and all, but can you stop projecting it on me?"
"Fine. I'll shut up now."
Simon sighed and carried on listening the sounds of cries, weapons, fire, and growls.
"I wonder where Jace, Clary, and Isabelle are," Simon blurted out. "At home, I hope. Away from all the bloodshed."
Alec didn't reply, for once.
"Alec?"
He didn't reply again. Simon was very unused to his sudden silence. For the past few hours every time Simon complained or made a snide remark about something, Alec would always reply, though at many times he was highly sarcastic. Like Jace.
Maybe because I've given up on everything I hold dear. My life, my family... Magnus.
Simon thought of Jace and his coat of condescendence. All this time Simon resented him for being such a jackass and stealing Clary away from him, though he knew very clearly that there was also a side of him he only revealed to Clary - a side of vulnerability and sorrow. Simon couldn't help but wonder if, before he met Clary, he had given up on the virtues of life, like Alec has now.
All of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, Simon saw at the entrance of the prison cavern a shadow.
A shadow. You can't produce a shadow without the presence of a human.
The amber glow on the walls casted by the torches were now masked by a concentrated blue light. The dark figure on the walls moved nearer and nearer until a corporeal shape stood in front of Alec and Simon.
Under normal circumstances, Simon would have freaked at the sight of a stranger evincing blue light. However, this was no stranger, nor was he a foe. The intruder's cat-like eyes told Simon that much.
Equally astonished, Alec breathed, "Magnus."
Jace was thrown off the dais with Sebastian pressing him down towards the cold marble floor; the impact was so acute Jace thought he must've broken his spine. Sebastian held the replica of the Mortal Sword he used to fight Jace the night of his first death at Jace's throat.
"So, Jace, how do you like this feeling?" Sebastian mocked. "A sword tickling your throat and my delicious legs straddling your hips?"
"Oh don't taunt me, Sebastian. I'm not Alec," Jace spat and punched Sebastian in the face, only to incense him even further. Sebastian pinned Jace down with more force than before, disallowing him to move whatsoever.
"I should eat you for dinner," Sebastian growled.
"I know I'd be delectable," Jace replied sarcastically and tried to shove Sebastian off to no avail.
"Stop struggling," Sebastian jeered in a sing-song voice. "Every time you move, you're just ramming yourself into my sword." Sebastian continued, "You have no idea how much I want you dead, but unfortunately, I need you by my side. That is, after all, why I captured the gay and the Daylighter in the first place. I offered you a glorious throne but you declined; now you leave me no option but to chain you up in demon metal. As for my sister," Sebastian laughed alarmingly. "She can stay in my bed where I'll stick my creature down her tunnel for entertainment."
Jace's expression turned immediately feral, "You are repulsive."
"Oh? So now you're an expert in holding back your incestuous urges? You need not worry, brother. After all, you've already taken care of Clary's chastity."
Jace raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Are you that dumb? I meant you've already taken Clary's virginity. Her purity," Sebastian said.
Jace feigned confusion, though part of him was verily curious. If he could distract Sebastian enough...
"What are you talking about? We haven't done it yet -"
Sebastian applied more pressure onto Jace. "Don't play stupid. Back in Paris? All the marks and scars Clary gave you that night? I got them too. So don't think that I don't know what you two were up to."
Jace glared at him unnervingly, then laughed. "So that's where you got your ideas from. Well I hate to break it to you, but that night Clary and I didn't get to the part where we take off our pants. Didn't you ever wonder why all the scratches you got were only on the upper body?
Sebastian pulled back in surprise, as if debating whether or not Jace was telling the truth, though Jace knew that deep down inside him, he knew Jace wasn't lying. Seizing the opportunity, Jace flung out his arms to disarm Sebastian, then got out of the lock and kicked out, causing Sebastian to rear back in agony. He produced a seraph blade and slashed wildly while maintaining grace and skill - something only the best Shadowhunters could do.
Sebastian scrambled to regain his balance and fight back, but Jace's constant blows were preventing him from doing so. Despite Jace's newfound energy, they both knew it was a matter of time before Jace would tire or let his guard down. Sebastian caught Jace's blade in his hand, black blood oozing out of the cut, and kicked his knee up Jace's abdomen. Jace doubled back and Sebastian groped for his fallen sword -
And a seraph blade, as luminous as ever, caught in his shoulder. He turned around towards Jace's direction, but Jace was just as confounded as he was, albeit taking triumph in Sebastian's injury. Sebastian looked around and his eyes widened in horror, impelling Jace to turn around as well.
He watched as Isabelle dispatched the last of the Dark Nephilim and joined Jace along with Clary.
"Stupid weak army," she sneered at Sebastian. "Clary and I took them down just fine. 50? No problem. And now you're going to have the same fate."
Sebastian raised his hands in surrender mockingly. "Try and kill me then, Isabelle." There was something about the way he spoke that filled Jace with dreaded anticipation. It was as if Sebastian was certain Isabelle wouldn't kill him, despite how much she despised him for murdering Max. And Jace knew Sebastian well enough to know he wasn't stupid enough to doubt Isabelle's guts.
Isabelle grinned and brandished her whip. She leaped forward and was within reach of flogging Sebastian -
And she stopped before his feet as she recoiled her whip, her face expressionless as she did it.
Jace had never been more taken aback. Isabelle Lightwood had been spending every second of her existence plotting her revenge against Sebastian, and there she was with the perfect chance, yet she was hesitating?
Sebastian grinned and cupped Isabelle's cheeks in his hands. To add on to Jace's disbelief, Isabelle didn't even flinch.
"Hello, Isabelle."
"I am at your service," Isabelle responded subserviently.
Beside Jace, he heard Clary gasp. Bracing himself for whatever was to come, he gripped Clary's hand tight with his free hand.
Sebastian looked up from Isabelle and bored his black eyes into Jace's golden ones. As if in a trance, Sebastian took off Isabelle's Shadowhunter gear and unbuttoned the shirt she wore underneath, revealing her bare back to Jace and Clary.
At the sight of that, Jace knew exactly what was happening, since not so long ago he was in the same situation as Isabelle was in now. On Isabelle's back was a rune quite similar to the rune Lilith once drew on Jace's chest.
"Possession," Jace whispered. He felt Clary's hand tremble uncontrollably in his.
"No," Clary's voice came out as a whisper. "Obedience."
Please review!
So I was going to include a few more things, but apparently I ran out of space. o.O
This time I'm going to keep this author's note short and not spoil things for you :D
Anyway, thanks to all of you who reviewed my story and I hope you continue to do so, but above all, enjoy it.
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