III Resurrected

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Yeah.... gore warning, I guess. And mentions of cutting; while just done to obtain blood, still wanted to warn ya.


Sunday: 2023, September 24th

12:38 AM

Salt Lake City, Utah, USA


The first thing Salem did when she saw her owner finally pulling up through an upstairs window was let out a loud wail of relief.

It's not like Von had been up raising hell, flashing lights, and slamming doors and windows or anything. But having to live with the constant threat that at any second he might, without any warning, proved too much for her nerves.

Honestly, living with Kentrell has been a roller coaster. When she first arrived he lived with his then wife and their two children. And honestly, they all seemed happy enough. Until they weren't and she left him and took the kids with her. Then he was left in a deep funk which was really worrying to her because being his familiar, if he dies there's a risk that she might die too.

Thankfully, he overcame that, and shortly afterward- which honestly wasn't so short but still- he was granted his freedom once again. That should have been a high point for them but he went to some interview and came back obsessed with some nigga named King Von. Which honesty doesn't even sound like a name at all. I digress, that was about.. actually no, it hasn't quite been two weeks ago. And really when she stops to think about it, it's barely been over a week; maybe ten days ago.

She thought it was a harmless crush, especially after learning Von had tragically been killed by Tyquian's, Kentrell's best friend, best friend, Lul Timm. Unfortunately, she knew she was really in for it now when she awoke from her noon nap yesterday and found Kentrell reading some dark texts; talking about resurrection.

Like resurrection who? Resurrection what? Resurrection Sunday isn't for months but guess it's never too early to throw a menu together.

But alas, nothing in her life ever goes quite that easy or quite that simple.

Shocker.

As she continues to peer out the window, her tail curls and uncurls smoothly as she waits patiently for the one cadaver to be removed from the trunk. Because remember, all he said he needed was the one. Soon, Kentrell is rounding the vehicle and pulling out one dead body; a female. Okay, time to drag her in by the ankles and get this nightmare over wit- 

Wait a second.. what's he reaching in for again? 

Another body? This nigga killed two people all to raise one person back from the dead? Salem just shakes her head. The only person that would ever make sense to would be Kentrell's delusional ass. 

Well, one of those poor idiots could have lived, too bad. So sad. Time to get on wit-

No way, why in the fresh hell is he shoving his arms in- a THIRD? What the fuck has this nigga been smoking!

Meowing in distress, she hops down from the windowpane and runs out of the room. By the time she makes it downstairs, the knob on the front door is turning and in steps a proud-looking serial killer. She blinks and glares at him, under her stare he actually just starts to smile.

"Say slime, don't look at meh like dat. See.. I needed one cadaver for da body, den one fa da heart. But see, it's like dis- I wanna make sure dat ma bahbeh be extra sweet. Sa, I got three hearts. Dis baow gon luh sum meh." He chuckles, especially at the confusion coming to life on Salem's face. "Ah, you only saw three dead niggas? Let's just say one of 'em got uh lul bonus inside uh dem." Slapping his hand over his chest, his body arches backward, his head lulls and his laughter booms out of them. The soundwaves echo off the walls and it's so skin-peelingly, spine-tinglingly, blood-chillingly eerie and loud that it has the cat running into the living room for comfort. Then coming face to face with her wrong nightmare, letting out a shriek in her surprise.

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