Author's Notes
I... hadn't realized the importance of the traffic graphs before I took a serious look at them. I was honestly thinking that KOS was doing terrible. My self-esteem in regards to it was pretty low. But now...
100 views every month. I know it's not much compared to other stories, but it means the world to me. What's better is that it seems to be steadily climbing its way up, with at least ten more views than the previous month. I also took a peek at KOW's stats, and I was really proud to find that 400 people had seen my story last month alone.
The realization really just... skyrocketed my spirits. And it made my day to see that you guys are actually enjoying the content I'm making. Thank you. :D
Anywho, Review! (Cuz it's only one)
GiggiEba, heh I'm glad you think so! Yes, having Blight again so suddenly took her some getting used to :P Thanks for the support!
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And now, on with the story!
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Eba's POV
We sat at a table just outside a small café, steaming mugs in front of us. Mine was filled with hot chocolate, and his with coffee. It was a pretty little place, and not as crowded as most of the city, which was great. The barista behind the counter was really nice, too. Gabe and I hadn't talked much yet, other than about where we'd go to sit down. He pulled out a chair for me, which I gratefully took.
"How was work today?" Gabe asked me as he plopped down onto his own seat.
"It was dull, as always," I answered with a smile. "Thankfully no rude customers this time. And you? What do you do for a living?"
"I am studying for an engineering career, have a part-time job at the public library, and am scraping by with the help of an allowance my parents give me," he said, chuckling a little.
I blinked. "Oh. Really?"
Gabe shrugged. "Yeah, but it's fine. I'm not starving and I have a roof over my head, so no problem. How long have you lived here?"
"Um... about seven months," I answered after a moment. "I... was a pilot for one of the airships during the... the war. So lady Cassidy gave me a place in the Saphire apartment complex."
The boy's eyes widened. "Are you serious? That's amazing. I didn't quite take you for a fighter."
I shrugged, turning away in embarrassment. "I didn't do that much fighting," I mumbled. "But I guess I'm kind of good at it."
"I volunteered as a soldier to help the people inside Veridon," Gabe told me. "Me and the others who did got rewarded, y'know, financially, but it was nowhere near as grand a gesture compared to what you got."
"Well..." I frowned. Should I tell him? What would he think? "I was... part of the group that ended the war," I whispered. "I helped kill the demon."
Gabe blinked incredulously. "No way. You killed a demon?"
"I only helped," I mumbled. "One of my friends killed him with a special enchanted sword. But... not before he killed another friend."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," he said quietly.
"It's fine," I mumbled, suddenly sad as memories of our little gang came back to me. I wished that we all still lived under one roof sometimes.
"Let's change the subject, alright?" Gabe suggested. "What's... your favorite food?"
I smiled, thankful for the change. "Um... mutton chops. I like anything with mutton chops, really," I answered, a little embarrassed. "And you?"
The boy shrugged. "I like seafood. Salted cod is my favorite, practically bathed in lemon," he added with a dramatic wave of his hand.
I giggled a little. "I don't really like fish. I always hurt myself with the spines."
"That's part of the fun," Gade said with a smile. "Trying to avoid getting stabbed from the inside by your food."
I shook my head. "No thank you. I'd rather have anything else."
He chuckled. "Alright. So... favorite color?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. The boy only shrugged, so I had to shoot pointed glances at my bangs of dyed hair and violet blouse for him to catch on. I giggled at his look of realization. Gabe his his face in shame, laughing along. "Ah, sorry, kind of a stupid question, I realize now."
"It's fine, don't worry," I said laughingly. "But yeah, I like any shade of purple and pink. What's your favorite color?"
"Uh, I like... greens and blues," he said, lifting his head again. "Not specifically together, but still. How's your chocolate?"
I nodded, taking a sip from my mug. I hummed in surprise, putting it down. "It's good!" I explained, drinking a little more. "Still a little hot, but really good."
"That's great," he said, drinking from his coffee. "This isn't too bad either," he said, lowering his mug. "But it's still coffee, so it tastes awful."
I giggled, making sure to put my chocolate down before I made a mess. "I don't know why people like coffee if it's so bitter."
"Me neither," Gabe said with a shrug. "I guess it's almost like a crutch to them at this point, y'know? For waking up in the morning."
I hummed. "Maybe. That's the only reason I ever drink it, when I'm having trouble getting up."
"Yeah, or when you want to stay up," he added, frowning at his mug. "Maybe I should've gotten chocolate too."
"You should've," I agreed with a smile, sipping more of the sweet, warm drink.
Gabe nodded, thinking for a moment. "What are your hobbies? Do you have any?"
"Mmm... I like woodcarving," I answered. "And drawing."
"That sounds cool," he said. "The woodcarving."
"It's pretty fun," I told him with a nod. "What do you like to do?"
"I like reading, especially history," Gabe said. "Most people find it boring, but I like learning about the way people did things before us."
"That does sound kind of interesting," I murmured, drinking more chocolate.
We talked some more, eventually moving on from the café to sort of just wander the streets together. We walked past a group of people who were practicing battle moves using wooden swords and other things.
We stopped to watch them for a moment. "There's been a lot of that going on recently," Gabe told me after a moment.
"Really?" I asked, turning to him. "Why?"
"Have you heard of the tournament lady Cassidy's hosting?" he asked me back.
I nodded, connecting the dots. "Oh. That's why?"
"It is. People are training like mad to try and win the tournament," Gabe explained. "Which, I mean, is understandable because you get to be the next king or queen of the endermen."
I hummed, knowing full well that I was training hard too. "Did you sign up for the tournament?"
The boy stared at me for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I figured that I didn't really lose much for trying, and that if I won I could try to make life better for my family. And, y'know, the rest of the endermen. And you?"
I shrugged a little. "Me too. I'm not really sure if I even want to be queen, but my friends said I'd be great at it, so I signed up."
Gabe nodded. "I'm sure you would be." He offered a hand, smiling. "May the best of us all win."
I smiled back, shaking it. "May the best win."
We stood there a moment longer, not knowing what to say anymore. There was something I felt like I had to get off my chest before he got the wrong impression, but I wasn't sure how he'd feel. Blight's calming presence made itself more pronounced, soothing me a little bit. "Um... Gabe?" I began nervously.
"Yeah?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I... well, I had fun, and I like you, but..." I swallowed, looking down at the ground. "I don't... like-like you..."
The boy smiled after a moment. "That's alright. I think you're pretty great, but I could kind of tell that you didn't feel that way about me."
"N-no, I-I think you're great too," I assured him, feeling really guilty. "I just... rather we stayed as friends."
"Of course we can be friends," Gabe agreed with a nod. "Maybe hang out again sometime."
I smiled, glad that he was taking it well. "I'd like that. And thanks for today."
He shrugged. "No problem. Are you going to warp home or do you want me to go with you?"
I frowned. "Um... I think I'll warp. My apartment is pretty far away. And you?"
"I'm gonna walk," he answered. "I live maybe twenty minutes from here, so it's no problem."
"Oh. Then I'll walk with you," I offered. "If that's okay."
"Sure," Gabe said with a smile. "Follow me."
We talked a little more on the way to his apartment, and then said our goodbyes. I warped home, feeling pretty happy.
It seems your date went well, Blight commented.
Yeah, I think so. It was very fun.
But you're not a couple? my demon asked curiously.
I sighed, guilt pricking at me again. Yeah. I like Gabe, but not as... a boyfriend.
Blight hummed. Fair enough. Is there anything else you planned on doing?
I frowned thoughtfully. No. Why?
I figured we might spend the rest of the day training, he explained. It seems to me that the tournament will in no way be easy.
Oh. Yeah, I think we should, I agreed. Are we going to go to the forest again?
Unless you want to ruin your apartment, I think it's best, Blight said with a smile.
My cheeks reddened. I felt pretty silly. Right. Let's go, then.
I warped us to the small grove I had been using to train on my own. My demon summoned a shadow stretching almost dramatically. I suppressed a giggle, knowing how much he hated being cooped up.
"Alright," he said after a minute, getting into a battle stance with scimitars in both hands. "Are you ready?"
I took up my own stance, summoning my Needlepoint. "I'm ready."
Blight nodded. "Then let's begin."
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Thomas' POV
It was hard to sleep on a rickety ship like ours. It had rained during our journey, more than a couple times, and it seemed that had affected something in the Dragoon. The rear propellers were fine, mostly, but the main one was causing trouble. It was whirring in a way it hadn't before, and that worried us both. For safety's sake, I brought us as low to the ground as possible. That meant, however, that the bottom of the ship scraped against some of the tallest trees. I really hoped Simon wouldn't be around to see how badly I'd commandeered the airship.
Apart from the technical difficulties and the fact that some of the deck would need replacing, the journey was pretty tame. Javer had tried brewing onboard the ship, and it had worked most of the time. A couple potions and bottles shattered on the floor, but nothing else happened. We had stocked our food and water supplies well, so we were good there. The trip was nerve-wracking but otherwise boring, to be honest. Until we reached the plains.
Leaving the helm, I went over to stand next to my friend, who was staring out at the green expanse before us. Right there, at most twenty minutes away, was a city protected by stone. I recognized the wall, and the castle at the center. I couldn't believe that, after so long, I was finally going to see her again. "We're here," I murmured.
Javer hummed. "The healer was right. It's impressive, but it's not all that pretty."
I smiled, shaking my head and walking back to the wheel. "It's not what we're used to, but thousands of mobs call it home."
"I wonder why," the alchemist-in-training said, turning to me. "There's barely any grass or trees in there."
"It's safe," I explained with a shrug, pulling a lever down slowly. The airship slowly sank in the air, to the point where we were at most a couple meters off the ground. "Much safer than the village. And the people seem to just get used to the lack of nature."
Javer huffed. "I'm glad I'm not moving here."
Moving specks became visible as we neared the wall. I guessed it was soldiers, and was proven right minutes later. "Do you see the soldiers on the wall?"
My friend nodded. "Are they going to be an issue?"
"I don't think so," I answered. "Wave at them. To make sure they've seen us."
Javer frowned but waved anyway. One of the soldiers atop the wall waved back, and he was subsequently slapped in the back of the head by a man wearing a familiar set of armor. They, and a couple others, rushed down to the floor while the rest stood watching the airship we rode on. I slowed the Dragoon to a stop about ten meters from the wall, and walked to peek over the railing.
Now that I was close, I finally recognized the soldier who waved and the man who'd hit him. It was general Anderson and private Church. Their eyes, and those of their patrol, widened as they saw me. The general exchanged words with some of his troops, which nodded and rushed back in through the wall's entrance. I stepped away from the railing, turning back to Javer. My friend shrugged, peeking at the soldiers again.
"They seem a little tense," he commented, backing up out of their view range.
"How did you feel when you found me lying on the forest floor?" I asked him, dropping the Dragoon's rope ladder.
The alchemist-in-training hummed. "I was kind of expecting it, though. But I guess your right."
I shook my head, beginning the climb down. Soldiers met me at the bottom, spears in hand but not aimed at me. Anderson walked closer, looking me up and down. "You died," he commented with a neutral expression.
"I did," I agreed with a nod. "But you know that I am a spirit, of sorts, and due to that can come back to life."
The general hummed, turning to look at Javer as he hopped off the ladder at the bottom. "State your business in the city of Veridon."
I suppressed a sigh. "My friend," I began, gesturing to the alchemist-in-training, "helped me get my memory back after I died. I want to see king Jack, and the rest of my friends, if they still live here."
Anderson stared at me, still wearing that poker face. "We'll take you to the king," he said after a minute. "Follow me."
"Thank you, sir," I said, giving him a short bow.
He turned around, walking through the wall's entrance. "Church, bring up the rear."
The private gave a salute, the gesture going unnoticed. He waited until we, and the other two soldiers passed by, following our small group. Passing under the wall was just as intimidating as it had been last time. It was easy to imagine those tons upon tons of stone dropping on your head. Thankfully, though, it had been built sturdily and by talented hands. Walking out of the entrance was almost as much of a shock as going in.
The city rose, looking as if the war that had cost me and hundreds of other people our lives had never happened. People walked from here to there, going about their daily business. It was impressive how quickly the city had managed to heal. We were led down the street and around many corners, heading towards the castle that could almost be seen above the roofs of houses and apartment buildings.
Our group stopped suddenly, Javer almost bumping into me. Anderson stepped aside, revealing a similar group of people. My heart froze for a minute. She had been talking to Jack, and turned to face forward, her gaze locking onto me. I hoped for this, but somewhere deep down I never thought I'd get to see her again. Her silver eyes reflected the same amount of disbelief, which she tried to hide beneath a surprised poker face.
We could've stood that way forever. I took a deep breath, unable to keep a smile from my face, and walked to her.
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Sarah's POV
I stood next to Jack, wearing a comfortable long-sleeve shirt, my boots, and warm pants. My hair was lazily tied in a tall ponytail, a few of the black strands framing my face. Today was one of my off-days, which I had sort of come to terms with. The king and I had negotiated fiercely a few days past, and the verdict was that I'd take Fridays off at least once every two weeks. It wasn't as bad as I thought, being forcibly sent on break for a day. I had my garden to keep me busy, and I got to explore more of Veridon. I still missed him, but thankfully no sad thoughts had set in for a while.
We were planning another visit to Simon's house, and maybe to Eba's apartment. Jack was wearing a light set of armor above his casual outfit. I wasn't about to let him wander the woods unprotected, day off or not. The sky was clear, if a bit bleak, and the signs of winter had faded at last. The only reason we were still standing just outside the castle's gates was because we were waiting for the other half of our little convoy, which arrived a couple minutes later.
Valory and Lila neared us, the former greeting Jack with a hug and a smile. I shook hands with the cave spider, who smiled at me. "Good to see you again Sarah."
I gave her a nod, smiling back. "It's good to see you too."
The spider queen turned to hug me as well once she was done with Jack. "Hi! I'm glad to see you without your suit of armor."
I returned the gesture a bit stiffly. "Hi. Yeah, his highness and I agreed that I would take Fridays off every other week."
Valory rolled her eyes, pulling away with a smile. "That's good. It's not healthy for you to push yourself so hard every week."
I shrugged. "That's what everyone says. Shall we go?"
Our friends turned to Jack wearing smiles. The young skeleton king shrugged and waved for us to move on. We walked down the street, taking a few turns on our way to the wall. It was a two-hour journey on foot to reach Simon's house-mansion. Having made this trip many times before, everyone in the group was rested, fed, and had brought small canteens of water. The spider sisters also wore light sets of armor like Jack, and I noticed a knife in its sheath hanging from Lila's waist.
Monsters had never been a problem while visiting Simon, and since I was allowed to forfeit them, I chose to not wear armor nor bring a weapon. The monarchs weren't 'allowed' to go anywhere without protection, and I'm sure Lila isn't either. I had never done that as far as I could remember. A younger me would've been incredibly disappointed with how low I'd fallen. But current me just couldn't be bothered to put on any extra nonsense on her day off.
The others partook in smalltalk, and since I found none of it particularly interesting, I simply kept to myself as I tagged along. Some of the people turned to look at us, their gazes filled with admiration. The ones closer took bows, which Jack returned with a smile. Everybody who met him loved the young king. It was the other cities that liked to cause trouble. He had visited Daerille a few days past, and a couple people had tried to throw rocks and fruit at him.
Hendershot and I had gone as escorts, and between the two of us we kept Jack safe and neutralized his assistants. His highness insisted that we did no harm to them, so we had to let them go instead of punishing them like we should've. Incidents like this also happened in some of the other places Jack visited. The people there, or at least the older population, thought that he wouldn't be a strong enough ruler to keep them safe, and that he was not mature enough for the position. Still, Veridon's citizens, and those of nearby skeleton cities, were very happy with him.
Jack has been doing his best, and so far, it's been more than enough. He had asked two patrols in every city to live the way the poorest of each spot lived, and based off their reports, tried to fix whatever he could. Some of the mayors of certain cities were very greedy, and Troyes had simply let them. Jack actually made an effort to change their laws to dull the amount of corruption substantially, and even then some folks just didn't like to have a 'child' on the throne.
Two soldiers jogged up to us, pulling me from my thoughts. The gave the young skeleton king salutes. "Good afternoon, your highness."
The stray smiled and gave them a short bow in return. "Good afternoon. What do you need?"
"General Anderson sent us to inform you that an airship landed just outside the wall, almost a half-hour ago," one of the soldiers answered, "and to request your presence there."
Jack frowned, exchanging looks with me. "Is it one of ours?" he asked.
The soldier hummed. "It's similar to ours, but much older and in terrible shape."
I raised an eyebrow. We had repaired every surviving airship after the war, and the newest of them were at most three months old. Besides, I was pretty sure each and every one of our ships were docked at the airfield. So what airship could possibly have landed in front of the wall?
The skeleton king nodded after a moment of silent consideration. "Alright, let's go see who it is."
The soldiers gave him bows, turning around and leading us back the way we came. "Who could it be?" the spider queen asked Jack.
"I don't know," he answered. "Hopefully someone friendly."
I ransacked my brain for a potential answer. We were currently using what Simon called Dragoon-class airships, because they were almost the same model as that one. If all our ships were in pristine shape and accounted for, the only possibility I could think of was the first Dragoon, but we had abandoned it in the valley on our journey here. One way it could have ended up here was if someone found it and got it operational or if monsters suddenly grew actual brains and were out for revenge. Which was very unlikely.
I turned to the king. "Jack, I'd rather you guys stay behind Anderson and the rest of the troops," I told him. "I think someone found the Dragoon, the original one, and I don't like the odds of them being friendly. Especially not with all the artillery it carried."
The stray nodded. "Alright. But I'm sure it'll be unnecessary for me to hide behind them."
"I don't want to run the risk-" I began, facing forwards again.
I froze, staring at the group that stopped before us. General Anderson and three of his men were escorting two more people. It was the one up front that caught my eye, and made my heart skip a beat. His hair was wild and lazily combed, clothes all dirty. But his hazel eyes were the very same. I hid my shock behind a neutral expression as always, but I wasn't sure if I had succeeded. You couldn't blame me anyhow. It was like seeing a ghost. And I just... wasn't prepared for that.
Everything else seemed to blur as he neared. I suddenly wished I had bothered to clean up properly. He smiled sadly, probably feeling bad for every little detail I hadn't paid attention to. The sadistic part of me huffed smugly. He should feel bad. It was his fault I broke down. The rest of me was too shocked to argue. Thomas walked up to me, reaching for my cheek with a hand.
I took a step back before he could reach me. I didn't know why I did. I was still... processing the fact that he was actually here. A hurt frown replaced the tiny smile as he drew his hand back. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. My heart seemed to be pounding in my ears. Feelings and thoughts were running wild all over my head. My hands trembled, unsure if they should hold still or curl into fists. Thomas began to pull away.
Everything just flew out the window. I jumped forward, wrapping him in a tight embrace, unable to stop myself from sobbing. The boy tensed up and then hugged me back. I cried into his shoulder. "Lords, I missed you so much," I whispered pitifully though my veil of tears.
He took a couple shuddery breaths. "I missed you too."
I gritted my teeth, suddenly feeling very angry. He died. I cried for him, had run myself ragged to forget him, and now suddenly here he was again? My hands curled into fists, clutching angrily at his shirt. "I hate you... so fucking much," I got out. And yet, inside, I was thanking the lords above for bringing him back to me.
Thomas smiled, squeezing me lightly. "I'm sorry I died. And I'm sorry it took me so long to come back."
We held each other like we'd die if either one let go. "You should be," I whispered quietly, taking several deep breaths to calm down.
The boy pulled away enough to look me in the eye, brushing black strands from my face. "I'm here now. And I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon."
I scanned his face, searching for any inkling of a lie within his words. There was nothing but love and relief in his gaze. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I wouldn't have let you go anyway," I murmured, lightly pressing my lips against his.
My heart sang in my chest upon contact. The kiss was soft, gentle, and sweet. I had almost forgotten how it felt. We pulled away after a moment, pressing our foreheads together. "I love you," he whispered, total conviction in his voice.
I swallowed, tears blurring my gaze. It had been so long since he'd said that. "I love you too," I murmured back. "As much as it pains me."
Thomas chuckled softly. "I'm sorry for everything."
"Don't be," I said, smiling. "You can make it up to me, now that you're here."
The boy smiled back, kissing me once more. "I will. I promise you."
A sigh escaped me as I placed my head on his shoulders, hugging him again. The storm of uselessness in my head had stopped. I was finally sure how I felt. He still loved me, I still loved him, and we would never again be separated. I was finally happy, after days of nothing and pain. Everything would be better now. Life would be sweet, now that he was here in my arms.
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3rd Person POV
A blaze woman walked down a rugged hall carved into the rough stone of the nether. It had taken the monsters hours to dig it out and it took them longer still to carve the space at its end. Trudy stepped into a small room, where a certain demon stood, looking away from her. She peeked down through the makeshift window to the left of her. This cavern was intended to house the beast Darkness had summoned. Bloodied and broken bones littered the ground. A dark shape moved in the corner of her vision, making Trudy snap her gaze away from the pit.
She cleared her throat. "My lord-"
Something small shoved past her, making the blaze woman huff. "Sire," it began, cutting her off. "Your monsters have brought back your hydra's next meal."
Darkness turned around, nodding at the shape. "Thank you, Ivar. Have them bring the haul to its kennel. Alive."
Ivar gave him a bow. "Of course, my liege."
It turned around, and Trudy could swear she saw the pigman sneer at her as he passed. Oh, how she hated him. The demon had summoned this annoying undead dwarf one day, claiming him to be a second servant to speed the rate at which orders were carried out. But all that shrimp had done thus far was undermine her, and take credit for tasks which she had accomplished. Like right now! She was just about to tell this wretched demon about his monsters-
"Trudy?" Darkness asked dryly, making the blaze woman jump. "Is there something you need?"
The blaze woman blinked. "U-uh, no, my lord. I was going to report the... what Ivar has just told you," she murmured.
The black demon hummed, turning back to the large cavern where his beast roamed. "If there is nothing else you need, then stop wasting time."
Trudy gave him a bow. "Yes, my liege. Forgive me."
"Wait a moment," Darkness called as she began turning away. "There's something I want you to see."
He waved her close, gesturing at the rough pit below. Four armored zombies were dragging in two tied-up and unconscious mobs through a heavy metal door. The dwarf was down there, barking orders at them. Trudy tensed beside the demon.
She turned to him, dreading what she knew would happen. "Sire? Is it of utmost importance-?"
"Watch," Darkness ordered coldly.
Trudy swallowed, forcing herself to step closer to the window. The mobs had been untied and dropped off in the center of the cavern. Ivar rushed the zombies out and shut the door loudly behind him. The booming sound woke one of the people, who sat up with a jolt. They shook their compatriot awake, both of them standing up and looking around. Something moved within the shadows to the left of them. The blaze woman felt as if a cold knife had been passed down her back as she noticed the hydra.
It circled the mobs, keeping to the shadows. It made no sound, its three pairs cyan eyes staring at its meal with interest. One of the mobs noticed, a shout of alarm escaping it. The beast growled, stepping forwards. It had grown rapidly, and was now at least twice its original size. Both prisoners panicked, backing away from the hydra. It continued to circle, herding them into the corner where the most amount of bones lay.
One of the mobs tripped, and then the monster attacked. It rushed forwards, picking up the fallen mob with its middle head. The man shrieked, the crunch of bone reaching Trudy and hollowing her belly. Its leftmost head bit the top half of the man, and together they split him in half, spilling blood and gore all over the cavern. The blaze woman almost hurled, covering her mouth. The other man screamed, running away from the beast.
The third head of the hydra roared, the beast turning to chase after its prey. Trudy couldn't watch as it caught up to the mob and took his head in its free mouth, lifting him off his feet. The man struggled, flailing in vain. The beast bit down, crimson spraying its horrifying maw and ending the mob's life. The blaze woman gagged at the sounds of it feeding, holding herself tightly. She could still hear the screams...
Darkness stared at her with a neutral expression. "Stop wasting time and find something productive to do," he ordered, turning back to the hydra.
Trudy stared at him. The horror kept replaying itself in the back of her mind. The blaze woman gave him a bow, trying to keep her shuddery breathing quiet. "Y-yes, my lord."
She hurried out of the room, wanting to be as far away from that demon and his terrifying beast. She felt that she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Or ever again.
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Author's Notes
This chapter was much easier to write than the last couple have been. The ending, though dark and very graphic, was actually one of the scenes that practically wrote itself. I do hope I did a good enough job at conveying all the emotions going on during this one, and that you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it.
Thank you so much for your time and support. Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
