Ok guys here's the next one! It was rushed and I'm rusty so don't judge too harshly! Gimme a follow if you enjoyed! It's good to be back!

After having wallowed for a while, Elsa had decided to go and occupy herself in the ship's cabin. Sitting down, the late afternoon sun sneaking in through the window. She opened up a book that she found on the shelf that was next to the bed. Only after opening the thick, leatherbound book did she recognize it as a bible. She looked at the contents, the numerous books of the bible staring her in the face. She started at the beginning, flipping to the book of Genesis. After reading about the creation of the world and mankind, she started reading about the Garden of Eden. Soon, the serpent of the forbidden fruit appeared in the story. The verse read: " 'You will not certainly die," the serpent said to the woman. "For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.' "

Seeing how the serpent tempted the man and woman made her think of how the Deal Maker had taken advantage of Jeram's parents, and how he had set Jeram up for a life of misery. But he was probably at peace now. This deeply saddened Elsa, reminding her that he was gone from her. She had been here before. He had been taken from her twice in a short period of time. It wasn't fair. He didn't ask for that life, she thought.

But, this thought of him being at peace aroused confusion in her. Since he was a demon, didn't that mean that he was banned from Heaven? She didn't want to ponder it anymore. It was just too much. She slammed the bible shut, tossing it on the bed. She put her head down on the navigation table that she was sitting at, and closed her eyes, trying to ease the aching in her mind. Soon, she was whisked away by a dream.

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This was different than one of Elsa's usual dreams. Usually, they were choppy, and she didn't even know she was in them. This seemed harsher, and much more real. She was walking, alone, in a desert full of red sand. Black rocks shot up through the dunes, spires that could easily impale anyone. She shuddered. What kind of place was this? She had never seen anything like it. Plumes of fire rose up, jetting out around the dark spires that were coming out of the ground. She made a mental note to avoid those.

She wandered for a few more minutes, walking aimlessly in the wasteland before her. Suddenly, there was a flash of yellow light in the cloudy sky, which was followed by loud thunder. She covered her ears and looked down to the ground, frightened. When she looked back up, there was a dark figure in front of her. It was a shadow, but not a shadow. It looked like a man, but with only yellow eyes, no pupils, and a rippling body that seemed to be cloaked in darkness. She could see him leaning on one of the spires, seemingly without a care in the world. It looked as if he was casually checking his nails, not even paying Elsa any mind.

"D-Don't come any closer!" She cried. "I can assure you it won't end well!" She put her hands up in a fighting stance, ready to conjure some ice.

She heard him cackle, still not looking up from his nails, which seemed to be extremely interesting to him. "Is that right? Well, I'm curious." Just as he said that, a jet of fire shot out from the ground, right under where he was standing. He didn't even twitch. Elsa's eyes widened as she saw his invulnerability.

Instantly, she thought of the man that she had just lost, the only one that she knew of that could withstand such heat. "J-Jeram? Is that you?"

Again, the figure laughed. "No, he wouldn't be able to come to you in a dream like this. But where were we? Ah yes, you were about to kill me with your so-called 'powers'." He made air quotes with his hands. He started to leisurely walk towards Elsa.

Her mouth curled into a defiant sneer. "You're him, aren't you? The one who keeps putting Jeram through all this horror."

"Well, it's not really his choice. He's mine, after all."

"No he's not!" Elsa shouted. Her voice would have carried for a long time in the real world, but the nebula of this dream land seemed to suck away all of the shout's force. "Jeram makes his own decisions! It's his life!"

The shade continued his pacing, making his way towards Elsa. "No, not at all, really. You see, he would have died without my powers. Many times, in fact. I only wanted his soul in return. Although he can be defiant at times, I have my ways of making him obey."

As he finished his sentence, horrified cries came out of the hazy darkness around them. Elsa knew that this was how he made Jeram obey him. The torture of innocents. She was frightened, but collected herself and started to question the Deal Maker. "So why am I here? What do you want from me?"

The shade stopped his pacing. "Me? I didn't bring you here. You wandered here yourself. I assumed you wanted to have an audience with me. Being the generous person that I am, I complied."

"How benevolent of you."

He started walking around again. "But while you're here, I can tell you this: Stay away from my assassin. You're leading him off of his path."

"Assassin? What are you talking about?"

The Deal Maker turned his head. In a delighted voice, he said, "Oh? So he hasn't told you. How splendid."

"Told me what?"

Suddenly, the shade disappeared into a plume of smoke, then materialized right in front of Elsa, so close to make her yelp in surprise. She stared into his yellow, dead coals of eyes. "Jeram is a man of, well, special rank in this world. Whenever I can't invoke chaos on the world myself, I send him to do it for me. I am actually surprised he didn't tell you, my dear. Seems like something lovers would share." He strutted away, satisfied.

"We are not lovers."

His head whipped around. "Oh don't play coy with me, little queen. I can see it in your eyes. You care for him just as much as he cares for you."

"He-he cares for me?" She felt overjoyed, like a stupid little girl who was smitten with the boy next door.

"You are one dumb broad if you didn't know that, Miss. Too bad you'll never see him again."

"What? Why?"

"Do you know anything about dream consciousnesses, young Queen?" He held up his hand, looking at it. A black knife materialized in it. "It is one of the worst ways to die. If I kill your consciousness here, in this dream, your real body will never wake up from your little nap. Even if you could find Jeram in that ocean, you'll never be able to wake up to get to him."

"Good luck with that!" She thrusted out her fist, conjuring ice. The only problem was, nothing came. She tried again, and again, and again, but to no avail. She was worthlessly throwing her arms about. "Why won't my powers work?!"

She heard one last laugh from the Deal Maker. "You're in my world, silly girl. And in my world, I'm the only one who is powered. Goodbye, now." He lunged forward with the knife, but as soon as he was in the air, a blinding light blasted out from above, blocking him. Elsa could hear him crying out to the heavens. "Why do you always meddle?!"

And just like that, she wasn't there anymore. Her eyes opened, staring at a line in Genesis: "And God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness."

She got up shakily, her heart racing. She was beginning to calm down when she heard a noise from outside. It was a short, sharp sound with a noticeable echo. She rushed outside to go see what it was.

Upon getting outside of the cabin, she saw a plume of smoke in the air, and traced it the trail back to the surface of the water. Instantly, she was filled with hope. Jeram must have shot off a flare, she thought. Without another second going by, she dove in the water, right where she thought the flare had come from. Peering through the deep water, she could see the outline of a young man, floating around unconsciously. Hooking her arm around his, she propelled them to the surface by making a sheet of ice below their feet.

Busting through to air, she gasped. With Jeram's lean body draped over her shoulder, she dragged him to the deck of the boat and laid him down on his back. He wasn't breathing. She remembered something Dellit had shown her a long time ago. She placed her palms on his chest and started making short, fast compressions. Then, she plugged his nose and blew into his mouth. "Come on, come on! Don't die!" Her compressions got faster and faster, and with one final heave, water came out of his mouth.

Jeram bolted upright, sputtering to get the water out of his lungs. After about a minute of him throwing up water, he laid back down on the deck from fatigue. Elsa was overjoyed to see him alive again. She put her hand on his cheek. A tear fell from her eye.

"Hey," He said in a raspy voice.

She uttered a strange mixture of laughing and crying, responding back, "Hey," She tried to choke back her sobs.

"I'm pretty tired." He said. "I'm gonna sleep for a bit." His head hit the deck as he passed out completely. Elsa sat there for a bit, just hugging him.