AN: A couple snippets for you :)
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Snuff
"Sister, it is time," Moira insisted in her gravelly voice, "You have postponed this long enough!"
"Just a little bit longer," Nona all but begged, dreading this job more than any other before it.
"Nonsense! He is withering away before her eyes. Do you wish for her to remember him in such a way?"
"Of course not, but I also know of the bond they share. It runs deep and it will be especially painful when severed."
"Sister," a child-like voice chimed in, "do not fear. Their bond, as you said, is strong. They will find one another again."
"I know you are right," Nona sighed, bowing her head to hide her tired eyes, "It is just…she has already suffered so much loss. And this will be the worst of them, yet."
Nona had never resented the part she was to play in fates design until that very moment. As much control as she had over life and death, she had very little over biology, and Moira was right; the Lord of the West was wasting away. His time had come, and she had dreaded it for millennia.
She only hoped that the tidbit of information she'd slipped to the little Goddess of the Earth would pay off in the end.
"Okay," she sighed once more, pulling her shears from the pocket of her apron, "Okay."
Walking toward the massive lumen that moved the strings of fate along their course, she easily picked out the daiyoukai's and held it in her hand, shears open and ready to snip. She felt her sisters' support from behind and taking a deep breath she cut the string.
And with it, the long, full life it had been connected to was snuffed out.