Author's Note: The ending is always the hardest part. I hope you have enjoyed my little story! I hope to make some more soon. Have a great day!
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Upon their return to Mordhaus, Ofdensen immediately sought out the doctor. The two were fairly good friends, if only because they were the only sane and intelligent people in the building. Whenever Ofdensen felt completely isolated he would visit the doctor and they would discuss politics or something else that required brainpower. The doctor never really asked why Ofdensen would come to him, bloodied and beaten, a strange state for a financial officer to be in. This time was no different. The doctor stitched and bandaged the cuts and sent Ofdensen off with a very large bottle of painkillers.
Ofdensen returned to his room feeling a little more distinctly alone than usual. So it turned out the only reason a woman would be with him is to try to kill him. That thought depressed him a little and he decided to have some brandy before bed. Changing out of his ruined suit and into his much more comfortable robe, he decided that it really wasn't all that bad. He was only 32 after all; he had plenty of time to find the right woman. For now he was content just looking after a death metal band.
He sipped on his brandy and checked his messages again. Mostly junk, one asking Dethklok to perform the opening ceremonies at the upcoming Olympics and a few angry personal calls from various Yale alumni who had once considered Ofdensen a good friend. Taking his pills and wondering vaguely if it was a bad idea to be drinking alcohol with them, Ofdensen crawled into his big, empty bed.
The phone rang.
He decided to let it go to voicemail, since he was already half asleep. It did, and a familiar hissing voice filled his room.
"If you think I will be defeated so easily the next time we meet, you will be fatally mistaken." Ofdensen groaned. He really did not want to hear from this creeper right now.
"If you will not take your rightful place in the prophecy, then you must die. I will savor your last breath as I do a-"
Ofdensen got up and turned off the machine. He knew freaks were trying to kill him, but that was no reason he shouldn't get a good night's sleep.
