Author's Notes
Writing this one was a breeze. I enjoyed typing out every word. It took me maybe two three hours to bring it up to 2.4k words, at around 2 in the morning. The only thing that finally made me set the pad down was the fact that I could no longer see what I was typing.
I planned to add maybe three different character POVs, but in the end it took only one and a half to reach 5.2k words. Whoops.
Anywho, Reviews!
ScarOfHerobrine, heh. It'll be kind of hard to find someone like that... I'm glad you did! I thought so too. :) Well, I mean, I could get into that, but it'd take up a lot of space and this chapter is already 300 words over my limit. Mhm. Yay!
sOL-'-aLOne, Yep, finally! Mmm, you'll have to wait and see. You have to wait no longer! Oh, and regarding your review on To Kill A Modding Bug, I have wanted to continue the story, but what with being focused on schoolwork and KOS, I haven't found the time nor inspiration. But I very much intend to finish it.
Also! I have a blog on Tumblr, which I started yesterday at about ten in the afternoon. I don't really know how to use the site, but I'll learn. I've already posted some of my doodles on there, as well as a special something for ScarOfHerobrine (which I hope you'll like), and will continue to do so over time. You can find me as 'alkalinewaters-lemafiakreb', and my blog is just titled 'Doodles And Things From LMK'.
Anywho, on with the story!
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Eba's POV
Annie and I took the elevator up to the sixth floor of the apartment complex, walking over to mine after the ride was over. I opened the door for my friend and let her inside, gesturing at the apartment without flair or excitement. "This is where I live. It looks nice, but it... gets pretty lonely."
My friend looked around. "It really is nice. You're very lucky, Eba."
I hummed a little in embarrassment, closing the door behind us. "Thanks..."
Annie finished looking around and turned back to me. "Okay, I have a couple of ideas to get your confidence back. But first, I thought it'd be fun to give you a little makeover. What do you say?"
"Um..." I rubbed my right arm, frowning a little. "I... guess?"
My friend smiled. "That's the spirit. What do you have at hand? Makeup, nail polish, anything?"
"Uh... no," I muttered, bowing my head in shame. "I don't... use any of that..."
Annie walked over and gave me a small hug. "It's fine, just means we get to go shopping too. May I have a look at your closet, see what I have to work with in that aspect?"
I gave her a small nod, leading her to my bedroom. I opened the door to my walk-in closet and stood aside, hoping she wouldn't make fun of the few clothes I owned. My friend frowned at my shirts and jeans, inspecting the ones on their hangers and the ones tucked in my drawers. She gave an approving nod to the one nice thing I owned—the tunic Val and Lila had made for me in the valley—and then stepped out.
My friend let out a small sigh. "Okay, well, I hope you're funding my efforts, cuz I don't really get paid enough for what I plan to do."
"S-Sure," I mumbled, embarrassed that I didn't have any of what she needed.
Annie took one last look at my closet and then walked out. "Okay, so we're going to... I know of a good hair salon downtown, so I think we'll be going there first."
I frowned, self-consciously hiding my hair. "I-I thought you said it looked good on me..."
"No, it does," she clarified, moving my hands away from the magenta strands. "The color looks great on you. But I think what's good can be made even better. You are okay with this, aren't you?"
I swallowed, thinking her plan over. She was probably going to overhaul my entire wardrobe, and give me a makeover which she'd expect me to keep up. Was my self-confidence really worth all this? Was I okay with going through with it? I closed my eyes and cleared my head. Blight was usually the one keeping me from overthinking everything, but now I had to do it myself.
"Yes," I answered. "I'm okay with it."
Annie smiled again. "Great! Then let's go."
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We walked down the busy streets of Globe Chapel City's downtown area. The whole city was full of pretty buildings, museums and art pieces, but this place was like the center of a cultural center. There were mimes, paintings, statues, art galleries, stores of all kinds, it was a mess of color and wonder. Crowds of people walked to and fro all over the place, bumping into us every so often. There were lots of lightly-armored guards everywhere too, mixed into the throes of citizens and tourists.
Annie and I made a beeline to a small shop with tall pink letters atop it. They read 'Beauty Boutique'. It had big windows in the front, showing off beauty products and giving a view of the inside. There were maybe a dozen people there, half of them sitting on chairs while the other half, men and women, went about doing stuff to them. My friend pushed open the glass doors and led me inside.
A young woman with silver hair turned towards us with an eyebrow raised. She smiled a little when she noticed my friend, getting up from her chair and spreading her arms open. "How are you, Anne? Been a while since I've seen you."
"Hi, Cynthia," Annie answered with a smile, hugging the woman. "I hadn't had a chance to come by yet."
"Busy with work I'll bet," Cynthia said with a roll of her eyes, pulling away. Her gaze turned to me, intrigued. "Who's your friend?"
My friend gestured to me. "This is Eba."
I smiled sheepishly, stretching out a stiff hand to the woman. She smirked, taking my and and shaking it. "Hi, Eba. I'm Cynthia, lovely to meet you."
"L-likewise," I mumbled. Cynthia was wearing a leather vest with a striped black-and-grey long-sleeve shirt beneath. Her hair, not at all a sign of old age, was combed tall into a weird rebellious wave. She wore strange white glasses that had a bunch of slits in them instead of, well, glass, and a pair of black jeans that ended in knee-high boots. She also had silver earrings hanging from both sides, shaped into little shiny pearls.
Cynthia looked me up and down like I had done for her, smiling a little. She turned her head towards Annie. "So, which of you wants some work done?"
My friend nodded at me. "I'm going to help her be more confident, and I thought the best place to start would be her hair."
The woman nodded, looking me over again with a smirk. "Yeah, a little confidence and you'd be perfect."
I blinked, feeling my cheeks redden a little. Cynthia walked around me, tossing my hair around a little bit. "Shade's nice and all, but it needs some flair," she said, stopping in front of me again, arms crossed and head tilted to the side. "Maybe violet at the ends, more curvature and volume. Whaddaya think?" she asked, looking at my friend again.
Annie gave a small nod. "That would look great. And you already gave me your consent, Eba, so you can't back down."
I opened my mouth, surprised, blinking at her when no sound came out. "O-Okay..." I mumbled, hugging myself a little.
Cynthia smiled, pulling me over to a chair at the back of the store. "It'll be great, don't worry. You'll look drop-dead gorgeous when I'm done."
She sat me down, pulling an apron from the wall and throwing it on. She then brought out a black coat-thing like the ones in barber shops, putting it on me and tying the ends at my neck. Cynthia brought out a brush and spun it a little in her hand. "Let's do this."
She brushed the magenta strands, leaving them flowing straight down the back of my head. The woman then took a pair of sissors out from a drawer. "I know what Annie said, but I would never cut your hair without your consent. Don't want you thinking I'm an asshole before you get to know me. I'm going to cut it down 'till shoulder-length. Is that alright?"
I blinked at her in the large mirror set up on the wall, thinking it over. I stopped myself when worries started to crawl in and nodded. "Y-Yeah, it's okay."
Cynthia smiled, bringing the sissors up to the magenta falls and snipping away. I watched her work, long strips of color falling down and leaving me bare. It felt weird not having my hair so long anymore. I felt kinda naked. Annie walked into my field of view on the mirror, giving me a thumbs up. I smiled weakly back, turning my gaze back to my hair. It felt so weird...
The woman moved the remaining strands about, inspecting them. "Alright, I'm gonna style this to get an idea in place and when I'm done we're gonna apply some dye, yeah?"
I licked my lips, nodding again. Cynthia pulled another brush out of the cup where she kept a bunch of others, passing it through my hair. She went about doing that with a lot of the other ones she had at hand, poofing out my hair and making it wavy. I blinked, not believing what I saw as she worked. Bright magenta hair gently framed a round, pretty face with purple eyes, a face that couldn't possibly be mine. It snaked down the sides of my head, hiding my ears from view with wavy strands of color.
Cynthia bit a finger, staring at me like I was a sculpture she was carving from stone. "Not bad. I think we upped your beauty to eleven. What say you, Anne?"
My friend looked excited, smiling at me from where she was. "I think it looks awesome. You're going to dye the ends of her hair now, right?"
The woman laughed a little, taking a small bottle filled with violet liquid out of a drawer. "Definitely. Can't not add more style to her, now can I?"
Cynthia took my hair and tied it into a ponytail using a hairband on her wrist. She then put on some cloth gloves that looked to have been white at some point, now splashed with many fading colors. The woman poured a little of the dye onto her hands and rubbed them together, bringing them over to my hair. She stopped before she touched a single strand, looking up at me again.
"Seriously, you can say no to all of this if you want," she restated, waiting for my consent to apply the color.
I stared at her hands in the mirror. The violet on them did look good against my hair... "Go ahead," I mumbled, not wanting to overthink it this time.
Cynthia smiled again. "You got it."
The woman started applying color to the ends of my hair, tugging gently at them to rub it in. She very carefully and quickly added dye with expert hands, covering the magenta with the rich, dark color. It only took a minute or so for her to finish, and then she was washing the dye off her gloves in a nearby sink. Cynthia took them off, hanging them off the edge of the sink and drying her hands on her jeans.
"It'll take some time for it to dry out, but what do you think of it right now?"
I reassessed my face in the mirror, breath catching in my throat. The difference in color brought more life to my face, made my eyes stand out more. I still couldn't believe that was me I was looking at. "I... it looks great," I breathed.
Annie looked twice as excited as she had two minutes ago. "You look so good, Eba!" she said, walking up to me. "Thank you so much, Cy."
The woman shrugged smugly, sitting on the desk where she had her brushes, dyes and who knows what else. "I'm good at what I do."
"Could you apply makeup while the color dries out?" my friend asked.
Cynthia nodded. "Yep. Wanna see my arsenal?" she asked, hopping off the piece of furniture and pulling a drawer open. It was filled with lots of little metal cases, tiny brushes, and bottles, the latter containing a lot of different colors of nail polish. Annie smiled, looking over and inspecting every single one. She picked up a purple bottle of polish, looking over at me.
"Want your nails done, Eba?" she asked.
I frowned. "Mm... n-no thank you..."
Annie smiled. "That's okay."
She went back to searching the drawer, putting the bottle of polish back. Cynthia fished out one of the metal cases and a brush. She opened the case, revealing different shades of pale cream dust. "Think this would give her cheeks a little color, right?"
My friend smiled, nodding. She brought out a little tube and opened its cap, taking a tiny brush with it. "This is for eyelashes, right?"
Cynthia hummed in agreement. "And it would look perfect on her."
The both of them walked over, turning my around in my chair and getting to work. Annie had me close my eyes, carefully doing whatever it is she was doing to my lashes while Cynthia began applying makeup to my cheeks with her puffy brush. It took them maybe ten minutes that felt like an eternity, and then the woman flipped me around again so I could look myself in the mirror. They had outdone themselves again. My lashes fluttered when I blinked, and the shade of makeup Cynthia added to my cheeks made a beautiful contrast with the rest of my skin. It felt surreal, everything that was going on.
Cynthia smiled at me and then looked over at a clock hanging from the wall. "The dye should have dried now, but let's wait a moment longer, right?"
My friend and the woman talked quietly for a moment, looking over at me, nodding, and occasionally giggling. I felt weird with my hair tied up, and most of all wearing makeup. And it felt weird for Annie to be talking with Cynthia in hushed tones. Were they making fun of me? Was all of this just some sick joke, maybe? I sighed, and deeply hoped not.
The woman looked at the clock again and nodded. "Dye's dry, let's re-do this sucker."
Cynthia pulled the hairband off and released my hair, taking her brushes out again and working my hair into the same shape it had before. The woman took a good look at me when she finished and smiled smugly. "Done. Gotta say, I really am good at what I do."
I blinked at her and then looked in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile. It was like a whole different person was smiling back! It felt so weird to have my hair cut this short, to have makeup on, to feel like I actually looked beautiful. It was amazing.
Annie was smiling from ear to ear. "I can't even. Thank you so much for this," she told Cynthia.
The woman waved her away. She looked like the smuggest person alive. Was that a word? "It was very fun. I had an amazing template to work with," she said, now smiling at me.
I smiled back sheepishly. "Thanks..."
Cynthia shrugged, freeing me from the cape-thing and letting me stand up. "Don't mention it. But you do gotta pay. I have to keep this joint running somehow."
I nodded, digging around my jean's pockets and struggling to pull coins from their snug homes. "Uh... how much?"
"Seven silvers," she said with an apologetic smile. "Talent isn't cheap, after all."
Finally taking out a bunch of the metal circles, I shrugged a little and paid the woman. "That's fine. I think it's fair."
Cynthia tucked the money in her back pockets. "I'm glad you do. I take great pride in my job."
Annie gave her friend a quick hug and then took my hand, waving at Cynthia as she led us out. "Thanks so much again, Cy!"
The woman gave us a smile and waved back. "No prob! Come back around someday, yeah?"
My friend nodded, and I waved as well before I was pulled back into the crowd. Annie took us down a few more streets and then stopped at another store. This one was much bigger, two stories tall, built mostly of grey and white concrete with light-blue tinted windows that gave you little glimpses of the inside. Unglamorous black letters were set up above the front rotating door: 'The Spectrum'.
Annie brought me inside, and I was very much not prepared to see it. The boring outside did no justice to the mass of color and light that was the rest of the building. The roof extended all the way up, giving us a preview of what the second floor contained. There were shelves upon shelves of different clothes all over. That was the first thing you noticed. The next thing were the masses of people at the checkouts directly in front of you.
Everyone was carrying paper or cloth bags, which they emptied at the clerk's desks. The workers inspected the items, charged the customers, and then sent them on their way so quickly that I thought it impossible considering the amount of things everybody was buying. They all practically shoved past us and back into the cramped outer world, proudly holding their bags of cloth.
My friend pulled me out of the way, leading me towards the maze of aisles while keeping close to the wall. "This place sells the best quality clothes, and as you can see is widely popular. I thought, since we're going through with this, might as well go all the way."
I frowned, trying to catch sight of the amount of money people were taking from their pockets or bags. Alarms went off in my head when I noticed a lady take three gold coins out of her purse. "Um... Annie? I-I'm not made of money... don't you think this place is too expensive?"
"Nah, it's fine," she said with a casual wave. "I'm sure you'll be able to cover it."
A little sigh escaped me as my friend brought me deep into the colorful jungle. There were rows of pink shirts of many shapes and sizes hung up on long structures, with little tags with prices and other information on them. We walked into the bright mess and turned right, passing by a couple of lavender aisles, then magenta ones, violet, and so on before my friend stopped us at an aisle decked out completely with royal purple clothes.
"Cy and I both agree that purple and blue are definitely your colors," Annie said, immediately going over to inspect the various blouses and shirts. "Let's find one that makes you stand out most, okay?"
I frowned, looking around uneasily. "B-But... I don't really want to stand out. I-I'd rather not have a lot of people notice me."
"I'm only trying to help," my friend said, stopping what she was doing and walking back over to me. "If we're going to get you your confidence back, you need to learn that standing out is not a bad thing."
I sighed gain, hugging myself and staring at the clothes with a grimace. "Okay... I guess..."
Annie smiled, giving me a hug before going back to the clothing hanging off their hooks. "Great! Take a look around, see if you like any of these. Tell me if you don't, and we'll check another aisle."
I nodded mostly to myself, walking up to the opposite side of the aisle and staring at the various clothes. Most of the first ones were simple, plain shirts maybe with some more color in them, some plaid button-ups, v-necks, u-necks, tank-tops. Some very weird variants of them. I came across a pretty-looking long-sleeve shirt which I pulled off the pipe thing where everything was hung up for closer inspection.
Its sleeves were frilly and odd, a bit longer than they probably should be. The fabric of them was different to the rest of the shirt, but it overall felt very soft. I folded the shirt over my arm and turned to look at Annie. My friend was carrying four different shirts of varying designs, quickly passing through the others. I didn't know wether to giggle or sigh, so instead I tapped her shoulder.
"Um... maybe let's look at other things?" I asked.
Annie took a look at the shirt in my arms and smiled. "Sure, if you found a couple you like. Let's get you some sexy pants, okay?"
I blinked at her, stunned, as my friend pulled me away, practically dragging me a dozen aisles over to the navy blues. She immediately began her search again, taking a couple of shirts and jeans and adding them to her pile. I frowned, looking around again. I was starting to have second, third and fourth thoughts about all this. Suppressing another sigh, I walked over to the clothes and flipped through them slowly. A lovely little blouse caught my attention.
It was long, its back ending in a sort of penguin tail thing. The front made it look like it was designed to be tied up. The fabric of this one was also soft, silky smooth. I folded it over my arm like with the other shirt I had liked and moved on. I found a pair of navy jeans that didn't feel like jeans. They were light, and soft. Interested, I took them off their hanger and then turned around to show Annie.
My friend's pile had nearly doubled in size. She took a pair of booty shorts off their place and added them, which concerned me a little. I stopped her hand as it continued to flip through clothes. "Um... maybe not that many?"
Annie smiled. "Come on, I'm sure all of these would look great on you."
I frowned unsurely. "I... I'll try them, I guess. But we're only going to get... five."
"Five?" My friend asked. I gave her a nod. "Five tops and five pants," she offered.
"Four," I told her firmly.
My friend rolled her eyes. "Fine, four tops and four pants. Let's go see some other colors!"
Annie dragged me all over the store to see blacks, greens, reds, other shades of blue, yellows, oranges, she practically mopped the entirety of the floor with me. We picked out sneakers instead of the high-heels she chose, I had a small fight with her over not wanting to buy any of the underwear she suggested, I turned down a lot of the hats she offered and stopped her in her tracks as she neared a jewelry section on the top floor.
My friend brought me to the back of the store where a bunch of trying rooms were set up. It was like a long room that was divided into a bunch of little ones with thin walls and curtains for doors. My friend put her big pile of clothes on a chair and turned back to me. She brought so many things that I had to carry some of the ones she chose on top of the few I had liked.
"Why dont you try the ones you chose first and then we'll go through these," she suggested, sitting down next to her pile.
I looked down at the few clothes I picked out and nodded, walking into an empty trying room and closing the curtain behind me.
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"I think that looks great! Try this one."
I let out a sigh from the corner of my mouth, taking the white tank-top from my friend and walking back into the dressing room. I pulled off the green blouse I had on and slipped into the top, staring tiredly at myself in the mirror. I had lost track of how many clothes I'd put on and how long we'd been doing this for. I had given Annie almost all of the ones she showed me back, not really liking how they felt or how they looked. They were too... too showy, and flashy, not really what I liked.
I didn't like how I looked in just the tank top and my jeans. It just... I didn't like it. I was about to take it off when I caught sight of a shirt under the little bench in the dressing room. It was a purple plaid button-up. I had probably dropped it while changing at some point. I stared at it in the mirror, blinking at myself. I slipped my arms into its sleeves and pulled it on, buttoning the bottom three buttons, not taking my eyes off myself. For once, I didn't think I looked too bad.
There was still something off about the outfit though. I tousled my hair a little, which seemed to go very wellwith everything. Blushing slightly and feeling silly, I started modeling for myself. My dirty grey sneakers didn't really do it justice. I tapped my chin, thinking about what I could do. I reached a hand out of the curtain, hoping to catch Annie's attention. My friend peeked her head in, and I could see excitement lighting her features on the mirror.
"C-could you hand me the pink shoes you picked?"
I asked before she could get a word out. My friend nodded, her mouth open in a wide smile, and she retreated. Annie popped in again after a moment, dropping a pair of hot pink sneakers at my feet. She was carrying a pair of short shorts as well. "Put them on. You look so good!"
I took the shorts from her with the tips of my fingers, and she ducked away again. "Thanks..." I mumbled, dropping the shorts on the 'no' pile and taking my old shoes off. My jeans were old and a little scratched, which I only noticed now. I frowned and wiggled out of them, glaring at the shorts Annie had given me. I looked around to see if there was any alternative to those awful things, and found the weird pair of jeans I picked out earlier.
I put them up to me, not putting them on just yet and just trying to see how they'd look. Satisfied, I lifted one leg and slipped into the strange jeans. The fabric was soft even while retaining the look of traditional jeans. The hugged my legs but didn't feel tight or stiff like other ones did. I put on the pink sneakers and once again started modeling in the mirror. I didn't look too bad.
I walked out of the dressing room, hugging myself nervously. Annie looked up from the clothes she was sitting through, and her smile returned. "Wow! You look amazing!"
I stared down at myself. "D'you really think so?"
"Yes! It's great!" She rummaged through her pile and handed me a bunch more tops and shorts. "Try these on now!"
I heaved a sigh, bringing the clothes into the dressing room with me and dumping them onto the little bench.
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3rd Person POV
Monsters stood at attention inside a large cavern. It was connected to a system of smaller caves, separate from those in which the nether mobs lived. Two heavily armored wither skeletons walked past, heading down the natural corridor. They entered another cave, bowing down for a second.
"You called for us, my liege," one of them said.
A shape clad in black turned around. "I did, generals. Let me ask you, do you know what my goal was when I attacked the End realm?"
The monsters exchanged looks. "We do not, sir. It is a shame, however, that your brother managed to defeat you."
The demon laughed. "You're wrong, general. I am not yet defeated. He only delayed my plans a little." It raised a hand, letting black flames dance across it. Little by little, the fire grew, becoming a small whirlwind that encased the demon's arm.
All of a sudden, the flames blew out, revealing a black skull. It was long, mouth filled with sharp teeth, and two small triangle-shaped protrusions atop it. "I got what I wanted," the demon said with a menacing smile.
The wither skeletons took a step back each. "That's an enderdragon skull," one of them whispered in disbelief.
"Indeed, general," the demon agreed. It walked over to the back of the wall, revealing a structure previously hidden from view. The structure was 'T' shaped, built out of a dark-brown substance that seemed to hold thousands of screaming faces. The demon placed the skull in the center, not turning away.
"Tell me, generals... you are both wither skeletons, is that right?" he asked.
Both monsters nodded. "That is correct, my lord."
The demon flashed another dreadful smile. "I thought as much." He walked up to the armored skeletons, giving them a slight nod. "I appreciate all you have done for me, generals."
It summoned a longsword with its black flames. "I hereby dishonorably discharge you." With a lightning-fast swing, the demon left both monsters headless. Their bodies slumped backwards, falling unceremoniously on the rugged ground. The black demon picked up their heads as the rest of them turned to dust and vanished.
It brought both skulls over to the structure, placing them on either side of the dragon skull. They stared vacantly back for a moment. Then the soul sand which they rested upon moved. The substance covered their blackened bone, shifting into place. The black demon stood back, watching it happen.
The structure morphed, stretching out and seemingly leaning down. A rugged hand stretched from the side, trapped in soul sand. The skulls seemed to do the same, itching to be released. They changed shape, extending from the structure, as did more limbs. A tail that ended flat and sharp, a set of wings struggling to open within its unholy womb. Three more limbs, all four of them ending in large claws, presented themselves. The wronged faces trapped within the sand screamed for mercy. And then it hardened.
The creature broke free, bloodcurdling wails emmanating from its throats. Cyan eyes opened on three separate heads, instantly going to the demon. Its middle snout was longer than the other two, but other than that, they looked similar. Its scales were a glossy, deep blue, almost black, with sharp grey accents trailing from the top of its heads to the end of the spade it had for a tail.
Its claws were blue-gray, sharper than any blade, with two tallons protruding from behind. The beast shook, stretching its wings freely for the first time. A smile crawled its way onto the demon's face. It stretched a hand out to the dragon's neck, caressing it gently. The creature stared back blankly.
A blaze woman walked in, looking annoyed. "My lord, your troops won't stop-" She took a good look at the demon, then at its newly-spawned minion. Her face contorted in fear. "Wh-... what is that?" she managed after a while.
"A wither hydra," the demon whispered, turning to face the scared blaze woman. A smirk bent his lips. "Don't look so terrified, Trudy." He turned back to the dragon. "This beast is mine to command."
After a moment, the demon snapped back to Trudy. "I need more soul sand. Have my troops fetch me some."
The blaze woman nodded shakily. "Oh, there's something else that needs doing," the demon said abruptly.
"Wh-what is it?" Trudy asked.
The demon shrugged. "I need you to kidnap someone. It doesn't matter who, really." It caressed the dragon's snout. "My new pet needs to be fed."
A shiver passed down Trudy's spine. "K-... yes, my liege," she muttered. "I'll send your monsters out to fetch both requests."
"Good," the demon said with a nod.
The blaze woman left, and the demon was once again alone with his creation. The beast huffed, looking around in the cavern. It wandered around, inspecting the tough netherrack on which it was spawned. The demon leaned against the wall, watching with interest. He summoned black flames, making them dance across his palm.
My dragon will grow. And then, brother, it will destroy everything you fought so hard to protect.
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Author's Notes
I hope I did alright with the Eba scenes. I know next to nothing about either activity when it comes to beautification processes, so let me know if I botched anything up. Still, I really did enjoy writing this chapter, and am proud of how it turned out!
And that last bit with Darkness, well, it had actually been collecting dust for two months now. But I finally deemed it time to put that scene to use.
Thank you all so much for your time and support! Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
