Zane | ✔︎

Chapter Forty-Three | Luna's Dance.

"Even once I die, my curse has been unleashed.
You can never escape my words, for I have written the laws of your life.

You could never befriend Luna, and neither can you befriend the man who is destined to be with Azalea.

Because he will be no man, but a monster.
Because he will be no person, but a punisher.

And more than us, more than us all, you will be punished by him.

Even when I die, she will never be alone.
I will be there, I will watch her, I will guide her.

I will keep her strong.

I will keep her alive.

I will make her find my truth. I will make her find your truth.

And there is nothing that you can do to stop her.

For she is a seer, you can never escape a seer if you wish to control her.

Your biggest mistake was that you thought you could make her yours.

You underestimated her.

You underestimated him.

I pity you, Elgor.

Thinking her mate would spare you.
But more than anything else, I wish it doesn't have to be him punishing you.

If I wish anything as my last words, it is for Azalea to end you rather than her mate.

Because in her voice, in her mind, and her body, you will find me.

And mark my words, the last thing you will see before you die will be Azalea.

And in her eyes, you will see me.

The woman you raped.

The woman you impregnated.

The woman you used.

The woman who you'll meet in the afterlife.

And trust me, I am waiting for you.

My claws can't be patient enough to crawl into your skin as you come to me. 

Because even in death, I will haunt you.

Even in death, I will do what you did to me.

And that is a promise.

- Sincerely,
Veera."

𓂃 ֙

The sound of home.

The smell of familiarity.

The sight of known horror.

Experienced horror.

Embedded horror that resides in darkness.

"You have 10 hands, yet not one came to solace me, Ma,"

Azalea allowed the serenading voice of Veera in her mind to dictate her walking beyond the bathroom quarters and deeper into the corridors that no one could go to, the brightness decreasing with every step, the noise numbing into nothingness with every meter away from the party.

With her walk being steady, her trance encouraged her walk to go even deeper.

Deeper into a place that stayed secluded from the general public.

A feeling of woe graced her blood, keeping her alert of the woman's emotions in her mind.

"My eyes can bleed, but my pain never leaves me, Ma,"

The sounds of the party music and Ro's encounter with the woman faded with more distance, and so did the need to be in fear. She felt the tug in her stomach disappear, her godmother's voice keeping her safe.