Malicious Tales

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  Prologue

    Malice Ruin wandered the dark streets of Dublin city, humming to herself as she went. She enjoyed her time out of the noisy apartment. It was on strolls like these that she would ask herself the important questions:

    How would they continue to fight back against the Fallen? Why should they have to fight against the Risen, considering they were “oh so peaceful”? How would she protect herself and her family from everything the world was throwing their way? And most importantly, how much toilet roll was left?

    Let’s face it, living with two fully grown (albeit childish) men and a highly demanding little girl was stressful. Being on the run from the forces of both Light and Dark was also pretty stressful. But there was nothing more stressful than going to the bathroom and realising there’s no bloody toilet roll left.

    Anyway, not to get off track, Malice concentrated on the problems at hand. Or she tried to. In fact, she was so distracted with trying not to be distracted, that she failed to notice the streets suddenly go silent, or the darkness increase to a suffocating shade of black. However, she’d never fail to notice the appearance of another Necromancer, especially one as high up as her half-brother, Synister Ruin.

    “Still living with your other half-breeds, dear sister? I always wonder why you stay with those imbeciles anyway. Hybrid though you are, at least you’re actually powerful. Honestly, what are you thinking, associating yourself with those runts. I mean, doesn’t one of them turn into kittens?”

    “Cats, actually.”

    “Of course. And then there’s that ridiculous Faerie boy you have that likes to eat people when he’s not dosed up on his pills. I can’t say I envy your life, Malice,” Synister taunted.

    “Was there something you actually wanted, Synister? Other than to engage my in my fabulous conversation skills of course.”

    Synister grinned like a Cheshire cat, pausing for that dramatic effect that Necromancers cherished so.

    “Well, Malice, I just came to tell you that we’ve found you. And soon, you’ll have the whole Dark army on your doorstep.”

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