Death can easily be administered to anyone regardless of how successful they were in life.
A god agrees with the nihilist in this story.
There are many tragedies in this story. Many fortunes arising, too.
But the god and the antichrist don't car...
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Send the Regards to Hell
The Crimson Stadium, Chartariese, Saprea
A healer came out of the infirmary very timidly, blocking her face from Venezia's sight. She bent in a stiff, almost insulting bow, and scurried away.
Venezia heard Evadne screaming at someone from another room and her a calm voice yelling right back.
"Evadne?" Venezia asked loudly.
She walked in front of a room where Desyrae was being treated. The least Venezia did was nod at her. She did not deem Desyrae entirely worthy, but she did respect how she put up a good fight.
Venezia rounded the corner and saw her sister. One of her eyes was swollen shut, colored a black and sickly purple that lightened with the passing minutes as Claudine worked on her face. The other eyelid twitched every few seconds. Some busted nerve.
She huffed at Venezia, shoulders rising and galling, then winced, pressing a bloody hand to her side.
"Stay still," Claude muttered for the third time. She traced the side of Evadne's face, and the swelling receded in her wake. "You broke a rib."
She glared as best she could with one eye barely working. "Tell your princess she did some fine work."
Venezia exhaled slowly but it did little to calm her nerves.
"You said I wouldn't feel any pain," Evadne complained, slurring her words.
Venezia's eyes quickly flew over her chest expecting to see an ugly wound. Claude had already fixed it, working faster than many of the other healers. The metal that went through her chest was out and on a counter. Venezia winced for a second, only imagining how painful it must've been for her sister. But no magnetron was a stranger to a lost finger or deep wound.
"No, I said that I'd slow your pulse to make you unconscious which would then make you unable to feel any pain," Claude explained. The corners of her lips tightened with impatience...and irritation at being so obviously disrespected. "You are bound to feel pain when you wake up."
Once Claude was finished healing her face, she instructed Evadne to sit up.
Evadne's eyes narrowed. "I'm in too much pain. I don't want to do this anymore."
"But—"
"I mean it," she interrupted the red-haired healer testily. "I could kill you right now. I insist you leave."
Claude scoffed from deep in her throat and she was silent for an agonizingly long moment.
"I could have you dead too, you know. Instead, I am saving your life," she muttered. "You already had three healers run away because you can't hold your temper or manage a pain tolerance. I won't run away just because you threaten me."
