Act 8: Mark of the devil.

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I pulled my sister off the floor carefully, the teachers soon came running in grabbing the other students and treating them. I ran outside holding Arabic bridal style. She was heavy though, i called my parents. "M-Mom...A-Arabic." I stuttered as i set my sister on the ground gently. "Baby I'm coming, hold on a minute please." My mother said through the phone, he sounded a bit scared. I looked over to my sister's neck, that black crow mark was still there. It bugged me, Arabic squirmed a bit. Gripping at her neck, whining every now and then. Soon our mother pulled up, he came running out of the car. "Arabic Azrael!"

A/N: CRINGEEEE STOP KILLING ME

"Are you two okay-" He paused as he seen my sister's neck, she groaned a bit. "M-mom.." She said very faintly, not even the wisp of the wind could hear it. Our mother scooped Arabic up, "Oh my poor baby..." he brushed Arabic's hair out of her face. "We're going home Azrael." Our mother sighed.

Home.

We walked into our house, Aphrodite and Ares sitting at the dinning table. They turned they're heads to us, running over. "Are you two okay?!" Aphrodite said with slight panic in her voice, Ares looked at the mark on my sister's neck. "Aphrodite..that mark." She looked over to my sister and gasped, "L-Life.." Aphrodite said with a hollow voice. "I know, we'll have Death look at this when he gets here." Life grumbled.




A/N: Hey sorry this is short! My motivation died for a bit, But i will never drop this :') And I looked at reads, I seen chapter 4 had less views then chapter 5- Like are Y'all skipping chapters?? ;.; Ooh well- Enjoy this early PAINFULL release~

Time spent: 30 Minutes.

Words: 295.

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