°❀⋆ ೃ࿔:･"𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣." ❀⋆ ೃ࿔:･
The Fundamental paper education and its character was owned by Katie from Youtube except the Hell...
The voices are silent, the main character has fallen, and the lore seems complete.
Or is it truly the end?
The voices may have faded, but the hostess remains alive.
They will return.
Evil never goes unpunished.
Karma may be late, but it always arrives.
The good turn neutral.
Flaws and perfection are two sides of the same coin.
Complications will continue to breed confusion.
Revenge will find its way.
Nothing can remain hidden in the dark forever.
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In the following chapters, the focus will be on Eryx and other characters. Claire will be mentioned, but she won't be waking up for a few more chapters. This plan may change over time, but for now, this is the direction I'm sticking with.
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To say Reiko was shocked was an understatement.
Usually, Reiko didn't stay up this late unless she had an appointment with clients, and she rarely kept her shop open past midnight. Who could have guessed this kid she'd recently befriended—someone she'd approached for her own reasons—would show up on her doorstep, covered in blood, carrying her friend's torn-apart corpse?
Reiko wasn't a doctor, sure. She dealt in dark magic and forbidden rituals, and being the daughter of a certain god, she didn't worry much about most things. Still, her pride wasn't lost on her; she'd learned a good dose of humility after studying Hellenic, Old Valyrian, and other ancient histories. Maybe all that knowledge was finally paying off after centuries.
Standing in the waiting room of her friend's house, Reiko opted to stay on her feet. She was busy calling her own contacts, particularly Dandelion, a guardian who had reportedly thrown a fit after discovering that one of her former charges had been brutally killed. Reiko couldn't blame her aunt; seeing that girl's torn-apart state had been horrifying, even for her.
Seeing gods lose their temper wasn't unheard of, but this time, Reiko couldn't argue with their outrage. After what Eryx had brought to her doorstep, they were now here, waiting for her friend Freya to work her healing magic. Freya, the Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, could heal, but she was also somewhat squeamish when it came to blood and gore. Eh, she'll manage, Reiko thought, mentally shrugging as she hung up the call with the Guardian of Tender Hearts.
Reiko glanced over her shoulder to see Eryx still sitting there, her body language betraying the strain of it all, even if her face remained expressionless.
After another thirty minutes, Freya emerged from the room, looking mentally and emotionally spent.
"So, how is she?" Reiko asked.
"All revived and stable," Freya replied, "but... I can't promise she'll escape without scars."
Reiko crossed her arms and nodded. "Figures, considering her killer was one of our own. It's a disgrace to our kind."
Hearing this, Eryx's voice cut in, laced with hope. "Can... I see her?"
Freya gave her a sad smile and nodded. "You may, sweetie."
Eryx rose from her seat and walked into the room without hesitation.
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Eryx's heart sank as she approached the hospital-like bed. Kloera was whole again, but seeing her friend's patched-up form hurt deeply. She hesitated, taking in the sight of her friend's body: a patch covered Kloera's left eye, and her legs were heavily bandaged. Faint scars were visible all over her body. Her left leg bore a long scar, and the right leg, once shattered, was now whole but visibly scarred. Both arms were wrapped in bandages. The right wrist showed signs of a deep scar, and her torso, once exposed to the ribs, was stitched closed with a large scar running across it.
Despite it all, Kloera lay there peacefully, breathing softly.
Eryx let out a shaky breath, then carefully climbed onto the bed beside her friend, mindful of her fragile state. She knew she'd probably get reprimanded for this, but she didn't care. She needed to be close to her friend.
Reaching out, Eryx brushed a stray lock of Kloera's brunette hair behind her ear. Why did it have to be you? she thought, cupping Kloera's cheek gently.
Finally, Eryx relaxed, curling up beside her friend, and without realizing it, she fell asleep—exhausted from the long, sleepless night.
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When Eryx woke, she noticed a blanket draped over both her and Kloera.
Hm, I guess it's okay to sleep here, she thought, allowing herself a brief smile—though it quickly faded.
The thought of Kloera not waking up twisted in her mind, flipping her world upside down. Eryx shook her head to push away the negativity. Idiot... she scolded herself, then gently slid off the bed, tucking the covers snugly around Kloera to keep her warm.
She spotted a glass of water and a note on the white coffee table nearby. Picking up the note, she read: I have some errands to run, but Freya is still here. Remember to behave; this is her house. Signed, Reiko.
Eryx studied the note for a moment, then drank the water in one go, wiping the last drops from the corners of her mouth. She decided she'd grab some food and maybe try to lend Freya a hand. After all, she wasn't going anywhere until Kloera woke up.
