Art Book [Vol. 3]

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Hello, there, internet. It's me, Inferno. If you didn't know, I've been in possession of Addie and this account for the day. And through trial and error (you humans have atrociously complicated technology these days), I've decided to share a story of mine.

No, not like Addie writes. She doesn't write from true experience. I do.

So let's share, shall we?
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It was a day not unlike today when I decided to take action. How long I'd been absent from the world, how long that monster had been roaming free after my demise, I had no idea. But I couldn't just… leave him to rot in his glory. How could I? Those humans are fleas on this planet, parasites. They wiped us out.

That's not a crime punishable by empty thought.
This day was the day I had found that girl. A little girl, brown hair like her mother and bright blue eyes like her father. Those blue eyes that brought back the taste of human flesh in my mouth, the hollow agony in my empty stomach, the feeling of despair and wrath and hatred and...

I lashed my tail once and gritted my teeth to keep silent. Because if this were unplanned, and I were alive, that little girl would be torn to zaitorn shreds.

The girl looked down, curiosity glittering in those disgusting blue eyes of hers as she bent down and picked up something from the rocks. We were by a river, a small stream, more like, its shores littered with sediment. It was expected to me that he'd be such an awful parent as to let his only child wander the rocky riverbed alone. At least now he'll learn, the dirty yhenj.

She looked at the glittering crystal in her hand, and we both could see the small trickle of blood falling from the edge of her palm. She'd picked up the crystal with a harsh grip, I could tell, and a sharp point had cut skin. She was unaffected by the small wound, however, and just admired the white crystal with small black flecks all over it.

My chance had arrived. Without hesitation I floated over to the girl and found myself within her mind, hiding in a dark corner until I could reveal myself.

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"W-who are you...?

The girl's voice quivered as she stared at the reflective glass that was a mirror in her room. She stared at that reflection, that reflection that was not her in the slightest. Her usually white scleras were black as the night outside her bedroom window, one pupil white like a young star and the other red like an ancient one. She seemed to be crying black tears, although she was a bit frightened by the appearance in the mirror, she knew those tears were not hers.

"Shhhh... it's okay, little one. I'm not here to hurt you."

The words came from her mouth, while she didn't speak a word. Was it only her reflection? Was her reflection talking to her? That was probably it. That made sense. Did other peoples' reflections talk to them? Why was hers so quiet until now?

"Okay... what's your name?" The girl asked her reflection hesitantly.

Reflection seemed to think about that a moment before talking with her mouth again. "I don't have a name. You call me whatever you like."

Reflection was definitely talking with her mouth. Maybe Reflection couldn't talk, and had to talk using her?

"Alright... can I call you... Reflection?"

"Fine by me."

The little girl smiled at Reflection. "Cool!"

Reflection smiled back using her mouth. "Wonderful. We're gonna have so much fun together, my friend."

"Friend?"

"Yes. Friend. I am now your friend, little one."

"I love making new friends!"