Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Wow. It's been a while right? ^^' Sorry that I haven't posted another chapter in a while. It's just that it's getting long… again… and I'm trying to come up with a quick way to end this arc and get my point across at the same time. If that happens we'll see, but now that I've realized I haven't posted a chapter in… a week or two now? I forget. Either way it's about time I post one so here we go! I hope you enjoy it! =D

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Sophie sighed, finishing the last paper in her hands and setting it aside on her desk. Then she slump in the chair, looking up to the ceiling and closing her eyes. It took her a lot longer than necessary to finish her work. Why? Those darn voices! While she'd be thinking they'd start to infiltrate her thoughts, telling her to come towards them… back to them… with chains… "Stupid voices," she snarled under her breath, standing up and gathering all of her scattered pieces of paper and setting them on their rightful stacks of papers. How dare they think she'd obey their whims? How dare they?! If she's ever going to give herself up it'll be willingly, and Sophie knew that's not what the voices want. But… if they won't stop leaving her alone… She let out a tired sigh and grabbed a few stacks of paper; making her way to the stairs and beginning her ascend up the stairs to the Paranormal Operations. Her mind could barely grip around anything else it seemed. Knowing Jericho was somewhere around here wasn't helping her one bit. She didn't have time to confront him, get her answers to why he left without so much as a sentence-filled letter. If she could barely keep her mind on her work how can he expect her to grasp onto an important conversation she had to have with him?

Mumbling under her breath she stepped onto a level, raising an eyebrow as she noticed a familiar face from afar. "… So I said, 'You disgusting daemon! Go back to Ga!' then I slashed off its head and gouged out its heart. Very effective way to kill a daemon, I must add – Hey look it's Sophie! What's up?!"

"What's up?" Sophie shook her head at Xaskesiel, turning her head to one of the rooms and setting her paperwork down on a desk. "… Is Mr. Agon in –"

"No, sorry," Lewis shrugged, "but Jericho is."

"Great," Sophie huffed, grabbing the stack of papers and shuffling into Alex's office. Setting down everything in the top stack she shuffled out of the office, eyes watching her as she grumbling under her breath and mumbled words no one quite understood.

"Ummm… is the Boss Lady okay –"

"I believe not Lewis," Ben sighed. "Something's wrong with her, but of course she won't tell anyone what's going on."

"That can't be good," Dora let out a sad sigh. "I don't want her freaking out again. No telling what the council will do to her, seeing as she's being kept under a close watch now."

"Well all I know is to give them space," Xaskesiel commented, the shinigamis looking at him confused as he simply sighed. "There's nothing anyone of us can do, but wait. Either she'll come back or not. Simple as that."

"What do you mean?" Dora frowned, the man blinking a few times before laughing loudly.

"Oh I'm sorry! I said something I shouldn't have!" he joked; his laughter quickly subsiding as he stared at the office Sophie walked into and started to hear yelling. "… Poor kid. I wonder where Naum has wandered off to now –"

"I'm right behind you," a voice answered roughly, causing Xaskesiel to fall off of the desk and tumble onto the floor.

"Kid there you are!" Xaskesiel laughed, patting the boy on the back as Naum looked up at glared at the older being. "Where were you –"

"Came across some Undertaker guy," Naum explained, sitting down on a chair and letting out a tired sigh, "but he insisted I stay for the rest of the day. Of course, once I knew that Sophie had left I had to go after her, but he was very~ persuasive and it was hard to leave."

"Oh who's this Undertaker –"

"Just think that he's like Eve. Nothing more and nothing less," he responded, his eyes looking over at the yelling that could be heard from one of the offices. "Uh… what's going on in there –"

"Jericho and Sophie are just arguing again," Dora explained. "It happens every other day when they're together, it seems."

"That's not good," Naum huffed, "I'll have to ask her about that –"

"You know you didn't even tell us your name. Who are you?" Lewis decided to ask with a wide grin on his face.

"Lewis!" Dora huffed, slapping her brother across the top of his head.

"No it's fine," Naum chuckled lightly, looking over at Xaskesiel before letting out a sigh. "I'm Naum Karawan Kaoboros, servant of light and Goddess of Life –"

"Goddess?!" Lewis snorted, "How come you're a goddess –"

"In my world it is very matriarchal and thus goddesses are more widely worshipped then gods. Even though males have a high fighting spirit, we have been shown long ago that there are strong female warriors as well as males. So the humans tend to worship mostly goddesses, thus I am a goddess," Naum tried to explain, though Lewis wouldn't stop but snicker at the boy.

Naum rolled his eyes, Xaskesiel chuckling lowly as he loomed over Lewis and caused his laughter to quickly subside. "You just think you're a little know it all, aren't you?" Xaskesiel huffed, Naum frowning and grabbing the top of Xaskesiel's clothes so they could see face to face. "And you should mind your tongue boy. There's things here we shouldn't say just so we don't have the council on our tails."

"Council?" Naum questioned him.

"Yes," Ben began before Xaskesiel could, "the Shingami Council made up of the oldest beings in existence –"

"If that's true then why isn't Death –"

"Once again boy it's not our place to question them," Xaskesiel commented, patting Naum on the back and giving him a chuckle. "You're just as bad as Serbus if you do that."

Naum narrowed his eyes, standing up and obviously feeling insulted by his words. "We may be very much alike, but Sophia and I are two very different creatures. We come from two different spectrums Xaskesiel, and I don't particularly like your attitude towards me."

"Well perhaps you shouldn't only see from one side," Xaskesiel huffed, "because, if it's as how you say, Serbus has a completely different mindset then you, then you shouldn't expect her to think and do exactly as you do. After all didn't your little sweetheart live on and hers didn't?"

"Why you –"

"And, unlike Sophie, it seems other creatures here don't like the aura you present," Xaskesiel smirked. "Plus I know as much as anyone that you're trying to convince her to be bound to some other creature. Can you really expect her to do that when you haven't really cared~~ about being bound to Eve? Hmmm~~? Our worlds are two very different things and Serbus took the time to understand us. Perhaps you should do the same courtesy for her –"

"And how come you have so much authority all of the sudden?" Naum huffed, "Stupid daemon –"

"Because I've been here before," Xaskesiel huffed back, obviously annoyed with the boy's tone, "and, I'll have you know, Death brought me here himself to show me the ways of which reaping of souls should be done. That's why death is hard to come by in our world. You, Life Goddesses, have been trying to keep every being, from whale to amoeba, alive for hundreds of years. Can't you see that keeping bodies alive for too long brings about decay? That's why so many beings go to Eve for help. Their bodies decay faster than they wish and now that they have a choice to live or not do you expect them to choose death? No." He chuckled lowly, causing Naum to narrow his eyes, "You know it isn't right to do this, but yet they do. That's how humans are after all. If you give them an inch they take a mile. Now, because of all this life, there is going to be a great destruction of death. It's going to happen, little Kaoboros, whether you like it or not."

"But –"

"And here it'll be a different matter," Xaskesiel smirked slyly. "Instead of deaths they'll be new lives. No one will die and the bodies of those who've decayed will rise out of their graves and devour the living to take back their souls."

"Hey wait a second!" Naum huffed. "How can you know this –"

"Fiona Obki told me," he chuckled, "and perhaps if you stayed with us instead of leaving you would have gotten the whole situation."

"How does she know –"

"It happened many years ago, even before she was born," Xaskesiel explained. "It's a story that has been passed down from generation to generation, and only a small few, if none at all, know of what has happened. The same things have happened to two other beings as strong as Sophie and you. They were connected to Life and Death, bound together by two daggers. Seeking the daggers they became trapped within because they wouldn't obey the souls and spirits that lie within the items. Thus, between their two worlds, the worlds were flipped upside down with death becoming life and life becoming death. Without a place in between the worlds began to deteriorate, but after much difficulty they escaped from their prison and restored the worlds back to how they once were."

"Worlds flip upside down…" Naum thought, a gasp escaping his throat when he suddenly realized what Xaskesiel had said. "No wonder there's so much death in our world! It's as clear as rain!"

"Wait," Dora huffed, "what are you two talking about –"

"Not only that Naum," Xaskesiel continued, completely ignoring the woman, "but if you wish to find another who has escaped like yourself you can tell by their eyes."

"Eyes?" Naum questioned him.

Xaskesiel smirked. "Yes, eyes. If a powerful being trains and trains their eyes start to become yellow, but if they have been bound to the daggers in some way then their eyes give out a glow that radiates from the core of their soul. I hear that those who have come into contact with the daggers themselves are the few who can tell the difference from this glow, for simple beings like myself cannot see this as easily as the others~. All we can tell is that the being is powerful, and best to be avoided in case we cross their paths. May I ask, did you actually see the Undertaker's eyes, hmmmm~?"

"Ummm… no –"

"Then that's the place to start," Xaskesiel chuckled, "because we both know that only a few ever escaped the items. I am sorry for your parents Naum, I really am, but unless you have to powers to leave yourself you won't be able to escape without a contract to the other side."

"That's what I'm trying to get Sophie to do –"

"Yes, but I can tell she won't give her mind, body, and spirit to some creature she doesn't know," he smirked, "and you can't take her soul simply because you're already bound. Sadly that's how it works –"

"Well I don't like it!" came a voice from behind, everyone looking over as Sophie glared over at Xaskesiel and Naum. "Giving up my soul is preposterous. Do you seriously think I would sink to your level?"

"Sink to my~ level?" Naum snarled. "Why you little –"

"Why don't you save yourself the trouble and just kill me now? Huh? That's what it seems like to me if you are ever going to bound me to someone or something. I'll throw myself six feet underground before I let myself be a servant to some weak being!" Sophie snarled, Xaskesiel taking on step back once he noticed the blazing glare coming from the woman's eyes. "And now you dare~ talk to my own father about this without my knowledge? I thought we were supposed to be working together, not working against each other!"

"I'm not trying to, but it seems to me that you simply can't handle the pressure right now!" Naum yelled back, causing a few of the shinigamis in the area to scoot away from them or lean in closer so they could hear what was going on. "You think you're all smart just because you won't let Reha die? Because of your stupidity the voices will take you over! Did you ever think about that –"

"I've been thinking~~ about it all day!" She growled, "I can barely hold this conversation right now because of how incredibly stupid you seem to be! You're the one who's supposed to know more about this then I do, so what are you doing to help?! Let me die, is that what you want? You want me to be some damn slave~? What the hell do you want with me?! –"

"Death you calm down –"

"No I will not!" Sophie yelled, grabbing Naum by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against a wall. "You can't control me; you little puke of a Life. I am master of my own domain and if I decide to die then I'd rather do that then see you suffer!"

"What does any of that have to do with me?! –"

"Because if I don't go through with this then they'll take Reha. Do you really~ want them to take Reha?! No! I doubt it!" She slammed his body into the wall one last time before letting him go, Naum groaning as his body subconsciously slid down the wall as he stared at her with an irritated glare. "Besides… do you expect me to let someone I know just die like that?" Sophie said in a softer tone, Naum blinking in confusion as he scooted back up the wall to see her eye to eye. "I can't live in peace, Death won't let me die… and I'm only being kept alive because of this soul living inside of me… can't I just have something to myself, where I can choose yes or no instead of having to say 'It's how the world is?'… I… I need to know that I can keep those I hold dear safe. If not, then what's the point to my existence?"

"But…" Naum sighed, "But no one can stop fate and no one can destroy it –"

"I don't plan on destroying what seems to be destined, but simply make everything go in my favor," Sophie smirked at the corner of her lips before huffing and turning her back on him. "… I have to go. There's some business I have to attend to."

"Sophie –"

"And if you try to follow me I'll kill you with my own hands," Sophie huffed, her back to everyone as she was about to walk to the stairs. "… You deserve a better life then I have because I'm always destined to live a harsh life alone," she chuckled lightly, "and if I can make that happen… then so be it."

Naum watched as the woman made her way down the stairs, everyone watching her before they looked over at Naum. He was blinking in confusion, bewildered by her words before sighing and brushing himself off. "… Now tell me," Naum decided to ask, acting as if nothing had happened, "what exactly are these shinigamis?"

"Name: Kevin Stafford, son of town drunkard Reynard Stafford. Born October 15, 1845, Death: June 11th 1888. Cause of death: severe case of malaria." Sophie sighed as she rewound the rest of the cinematic record into her large, black scythe before the weapon disappeared between her fingertips. "Great, last one," she smiled slightly, looking up to the sky before another tired sigh escaped her lips. Her mind kept racing to her conversations earlier that day. She felt that most of the time she wasn't being her true self, letting her emotions take over and dictate what she would say. Before she didn't have as much problems, there was only one voice or maybe two talking within her head at once, but now there were multiple voices and Sophie could barely tell which ones were from the dagger and which ones were her own thoughts. She felt bad about Jericho, but right now it wasn't the best time to talk. He kept insisting that she take him back, as if she had a reason to. Sophie could actually smell the scent and foreign odor that was on Jericho's body when she walked into his office. He was sleeping around again, and she had enough of his lies. She won't let her own mind ignore what he has been doing right under her nose any longer. She was sick of him… but perhaps that was only the voices talking. Sophie could barely tell anymore. She just knew that she was letting her own desires tell her that Jericho was a good, trustworthy being when really he was a selfish, self-centered boy. He wouldn't even man up to take over his father's position for crying out loud! And here she was risking her neck every day while he was out fucking some girl, or secretary, or some whore from the streets.

She was annoyed, frustrated, but Sophie had to keep a calm head. "I can't deal with him anymore," Sophie finally decided as she walked into the shinigami realm, her head downcast as she pushed the doors open. Looking up she squinted. The white walls seemed too bright and she could barely see. "Damn," she huffed, shuffling into her pocket and pulling out her black glasses case. Slipping on a thin black pair of frames she continued her walk through the building, keeping her head down as she hustled up the stairs. She just wanted to finish her work, perhaps talk to William quickly, and then go right to Undertaker and sleep. Undertaker… Sophie frowned at the thought. What if these voices really took her? Would the man be okay by himself?... What was she thinking?! Of course he would! After all he's centuries older then her and has only known her for a very small portion of his life. It's not like he'd care if she was gone… as if her life had any real significance… She shook her head, realizing what she was thinking. That's how all humans seem to feel. Did their life have any significance in the world? Believe it or not each did, influencing in some way or another in other humans, beings, and souls alike. If one looks closely to every record there will be images of beings from the past that have influenced the actions of the human that have died. That's a person's legacy, what is shown in the lives of others. At least, that's what Sophie has always thought of life. If someone wishes to make a difference all they must do is make a difference in another's life. When those people forget their names is when that person is truly dead… when their lives are forgotten in the history of time. For good or for worse there are humans where their names have lived on throughout the centuries, shinigamis and other supernatural beings too. That's what Sophie has seen her whole life… but has her own life made any difference?

Will she disappear in a speck of nothingness? Has her life made a difference to beings? That's what Sophie has feared all her life, sitting in the mortuary staring at the lifeless bodies and wondering how they came to be that way. Did… did Undertaker even care? Was she just some experiment or a way to pass the time? What if this was her destiny; disappear like everyone else without completing her goals. Sure, she's a Serbus and must house a soul that she barely understood, but that's not her goal in her life. Her goal was to make her parents happy… to make Undertaker happy… and that love grew for everyone else she has met in her life, either through a lasting relationship or a devastating heartbreak. Not only that, but she wanted love. She wanted to grow old, have a husband, and have a family. That's the simplest cliché in the world, but it was true. She wanted a normal, everyday life with the same hardships as everyone else. Not having to deal with shingiamis, demons, angels, and the rest, but just live life to the fullest, not having to worry about others and do her own things. Prepare the dead, dancing with her friends, and hanging out at the pubs afterward. That was what she saw herself doing and honestly, even if it sounded boring, it's what Sophie wants in the whole wide world. She wants to dedicate her whole life to another, spend all her time in her work, and live only for a second in the long depth of Time with all her energy contained into one life.

But… this job doesn't allow her to do the things she loves. Reaping bodies day and night without rest, spending all her time away from the mortuary and never being able to prepare a body for their rest… as much as she loved life she loved death so much more. Once you're dead you don't have to worry, don't have to work tirelessly and never get anywhere in life. That's why Sophie works herself practically to death. If she stopped working she'd see how dull her life is becoming, how long her life will become, and how monotone everything will seem. She won't appreciate the dead like she always has… and over time she may even forget the ideas and virtues she'd been taught by her parents, Thomas, Robin, and even Undertaker. And if she disappears now she won't get to experience any of those things. She won't be able to live or even able to die. She'll just be stuck in a limbo for the rest of her existence, and Sophie definitely didn't want that… but she didn't want to be trapped either. She didn't want to be bound to another being… and even if she agreed then who? Naum was lucky in picking a being that just happened to be someone close to him and he trusted, but what if Sophie wasn't as lucky? What if she is forever doomed to a being that beats her, can't take care of her, like Dorren…

Sophie shuddered. No, she can't let that happen. She just can't! She can't tie herself to another, not again! Sure, she's agreed orally to the Undertaker, but that's a different sort of relationship… right? "Why does Life have to hate me?" she grumbled to no one in particular, finally getting to the level she wanted and walking onto the floor. She set her stuff down, ignoring any answers she may be receiving from the voices and letting her mind entangle into her work. Without looking at anyone else Sophie went about and finished her work, quickly signing only a couple of forms before organizing everything into a pile and walking towards William's office. "Is Mr. Spears here?" Sophie sighed, opening the door with a free hand and stumbling into the office with the other.

"Yes," the man huffed as he continued to write on a form and refuse to look at her till he was done, "but I didn't give my consent yet –"

"Well here are all those forms that were collecting on my desk," Sophie huffed back, closing the door with her foot before setting everything on the edge of his desk. "Sorry if a few of them are overdue –"

"Which reminds me, I was wondering where you've been for the past couple of days," William decided to ask, Sophie narrowing her eyes before she took a few steps back and stood up tall and straight. "The council called upon me themselves to personally find where you have gone and report back. Seeing as you're here I don't have to assign a search party, personally thought as a waste of time to me, but I hope you will tell me where you've been without any complications so I can report back to the council as soon as possible."

"… Even if I were to tell you, the council simply won't believe me," Sophie snorted slightly, quickly getting William's attention as he looked up and put his paper down. "This problem is older than the creation of this organization and even older then the lives of those council members. Sorry, but it's not my place to say a word. However if you wish for answers talk to Mrs. Obki. She seems to know more about this situation then I do… I know nothing… Now if you excuse me Mr. Spears, but I'm running out of time –"

"Time for what –"

"My life," Sophie huffed, tired of having to explain herself. "My life, my existence… it's falling apart all around me," she sighed deeply, "and, now that I think about it, there's something I'd like to ask of you."

"What could that be –"

"Could you, if I don't show up in a few more days, preferably if I don't show up again on the 20th, assign a new shinigami for me to head the Paranormal Operations?" Sophie decided to ask, William raising an eyebrow at her request. "You don't have to start from scratch," she continued. "I have the files in my office labeled 'Subordinates'. Simply select from the list for me, could you?"

William frowned, "Why –"

"As I said I don't have time," Sophie sighed, "and I don't know when I'll vanish. So if I'm gone I don't want my father's organization to simply disappear. I'd like it to live on… for a few more years at least." Then she chuckled, taking off her hat and running a hand through her hair. William looked at her confused, noticing that she was wearing frames for a necessary for the first time since she'd come back from the Americas. "Look, there's only so much I can say. I'm sorry if I can't tell you anything else, but there are things a being has to keep to themselves. Now can I trust you'll do this for me if I don't show up again?"

"Ummm… I suppose," William answered, pushing his glasses back on his face before narrowing his gaze at Sophie, "but can I ask one more thing?"

"Sure –"

"Why are you wearing glasses?" he commented, Sophie narrowing her eyes before scratching the back of her head and setting her hat back on her head.

"… Ask Undertaker and maybe you'll get an answer," she said simply, turning her back on him and walking out the door. Before William to even respond Sophie closed the door behind her, leaning her back against the wall and letting out a tired sigh. She clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain coming from her heart as she shut her eyes and tried to keep calm. "Damn… stupid… gods damn it," she mumbled, coughing into her hand and noticing that she was starting to cough up blood now.

"Hey Sophie," came a voice from behind, Sophie looking over at the cubicles and seeing Alan looking over to her with concern, "Is something wrong –"

"I'm just fine," she chuckled lightly, "never better~~ –"

"There you are!" Naum exclaimed, jumping off of the last step and quickly walking over to her with a chuckle escaping his throat, "I thought you ran away or something –"

"Wish I could, but you certainly can't escape Death," she laughed before shaking her head and scratching under her eye. "So… ummm… what's up?"

"Are you done yet –"

"Perhaps –"

"Because you're starting to look a bit pale –"

"I'm fine –"

"Oh don't lie!" Naum huffed, "I do the same thing when I don't like to think. You're just working to keep your mind off of the fact you're about to disappear, right? But you should know the longer you work and drain your energy the faster you disappear –"

"Thanks for the damn warning, but I'm fine," she snarled, narrowing her eyes at him. "Why can't you just leave me be –"

"Because I promised both Eve and Undertaker that I'll make sure you don't die and for goodness sake I don't want you to go!" Naum suddenly yelled, all eyes turning to him before he coughed into his sleeve and quickly looked away. He looked over at her, Sophie raising an eyebrow at him as he let out a tired sigh and rolled his eyes. "Look, just don't listen to them, alright? They may speak the truth, but there's a way to get around the games they're playing."

"Thanks for the tip," she huffed," but I honestly don't care. You know nothing about me and perhaps I want to disappear. You ever thought about that?"

Naum paused, poking the lenses of her glasses. "Why are you trying to hide your eyes?"

"Because they hurt like hell," Sophie mumbled under her breath, pushing him aside and walking over to her desk. "I just want to sit down, take a breather, and not have to think about anything for a while –"

"Let me see –"

"Don't freaking touch me Naum," she sneered and shoved his hand away, "or else that pretty little head of yours is coming off –"

They suddenly looked up, hearing a 'screech' coming from the bottom of the stairs till a large bird appeared flying towards them. "AH! WHAT THE GA –"

"Oh Noco, about time!" Sophie chuckled lightly, the hawk flying down to rest on the top of her chair and giving the two of them a 'squawk'. "This little creature here is a red-tailed hawk whom I call Nocona. Noco, this is Naum. Don't worry. You can trust him."

"H-hello there," Naum chuckled lightly, letting the bird nip his finger and draw a small amount of blood. "Cute creature. We don't have many land creatures because most have been hunted to extinction and there's barely any sign of life up there on Ga."

"Yeah, well he sends messages for me when I can't do so myself," Sophie explained, lifting up Noco's foot and grabbing the small scroll attached to his leg. "It helps when I don't have time to question people myself…"

Naum looked over, frowning once he noticed that Sophie had paused. "What's wrong –"

"Once again no one has heard of this dagger," Sophie grumbled under her breath, ripping up the paper before grabbing a blank sheet from her desk and writing a quick note down. "There's only one other person I know that may have some idea where this thing may be."

"And that would be –"

"A being named Shezmu," Sophie told him, ripping the paper and attaching the note to the bird's leg with a thin string. "He lives nearby, but I don't have time to visit him and ask him in person. Noco," she suddenly said to the bird, Noco looking up and cocking his head to the side, "go into town and find a God of Death named Shezmu. If he's not here go find him. He should be traveling if he's not in London. Don't let anyone else, even his daughter, read this note except for him, alright?" The bird 'cooed' before spreading out its wings, Naum letting out a startled yelp as the hawk swooped off of the chair and flew back down the stairs. "Now if you excuse me, I must be going –"

"Wait," Naum grabbed her arm, keeping her close. Sophie raised an eyebrow at his sudden action, the boy letting in a gulp as he reached up for her glasses. "Just… let me see…" She cringed as he took away her glasses, Naum frowning as she groaned and placed her hand above her head to shield her eyes from the light. "… They're coming closer, aren't they?"

"Yes," she grumbled under her breath, "but what can I do –"

"Fight back of course," Naum told her, Sophie looking up slightly startled before cracking a smile and chuckling at his comment, "and just to warn you they'll start visibly showing up to you soon enough… just so you're aware."

"Can I fight back –"

"I don't know," Naum confessed, "I'm too much of a coward to have done so."

"Well how can I –"

"Don't worry," he chuckled, "I'll be able to see them too. Just keep your soul safe, that's all I ask."

"S-sure," Sophie nodded, turning her back on him and walking towards the stairs, "but right now I'm going home. It's been a very long day and I can barely stay awake."

"Wait! You're eye cover things –"

"Just give them to me when you come home," Sophie instructed, rubbing her head and groaning at the light from the building. "I'm too tired to care." Naum shook his head and sighed, watching as Sophie stumbled to the railing and carefully made her way down the stairs.

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A/N: And there we go. Coming close to a thrilling scene soon enough. Bit of a filler chapter here, but whatever. It explained a few things that have yet to come. Jericho… you know I don't know with him. We'll just see what happens, right ;3 And as always, SEE YOU LATER!

"No one can stop fate and no one can destroy it" – quote by viewer, Mystique Madjik ('No one can stop (the) fate and no one can destroy it')