This is the fourth and final part of this short story. This is going to be over 2000 words, just warning you. As I've said in the past two parts, do not read this part if you have issues with blood and death. Also, this might be quite graphic due to my overactive imagination and unseemly disturbing descriptions of such scenes and such. I do apologise in advance if you read this part. As I've also said before, you do not need to read parts 2, 3 and 4, you can just use your imagination to fill the rest of the story in if you so desire.
Welcome to the end of the world.
- Frosch xo -
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳)
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘤 ( 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 )
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
STILES ALLOWS HIS TEETH to elongate as he launches himself at the group of shadowhunters, Alec right behind him with his Seraph blade glowing brightly and ready to attack. Alec dodges the blade of another shadowhunter and drives his own forward, burying it into their abdominal area. He harshly drags his blade to the right and leaves the shadowhunter with a giant gash in his torso, blood and bloody lumps falling from the wound. Alec ignores the whining shadowhunter and goes for another, dodging their drive and slicing their throat with his own blade.
Stiles grins as Alec downs the two shadowhunters, and watches carefully as the raven haired boy lays his hands on the dying, his veins turning black as he takes their pain and feeds the Nogitsune inside him. Stiles is almost too caught up in the pain of the dying that he almost ends up with a deep wound himself. He is lucky that the Nogitsune inside him is paying enough attention to take control and get them out of harms way. At that, Stiles grins at the shadowhunter and plunges his hand into their chest, taking hold of their heart.
