Chapter Thirty-One

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Roman's POV

I keep searching, but no luck. "Seriously Prince of Darkness, why'd you have make it so hard?" I mutter to myself, turning to leave the closet when my foot hits something.

I bend down, moving the dark material covering the mystery item, a smile crossing across my lips as I notice the trapdoor. "Of course yours is a trapdoor. What else would it be?" I say in a whisper.

I pull it open, realising I don't have my sword. Looks like I'm doing this the hard way. I jumping into the trapdoor, hearing the thunk of it closing behind me.

Third Person POV

Roman landed on something soft and dark. Looking around, he realised that he was in a bedroom of sorts.

"What are you doing in here?" a surprised voice screeched, staring wide-eyed at the prince.

Roman squinted at the young figure in front of him. "Where am I?" he asked, not expecting her to answer him.

"Twisted Palace. Now Prince of Light, what are you doing in the Twistedscape? You don't belong here." she stated.

Roman smiled, "I am aware of this Lil' Lily. Do you know where my friends are?" he queried, getting off the bed.

"That depends Prince of Light, what do I gain from helping you find my brother and his bunch?" Lillian questioned, moving toward Roman in silence.

Roman tilted his head to the side, "I'm not sure. But Decan is raging hell on my world. That effects you too Lillith. If Decan takes over for good, you exist but Anxiety doesn't. When Decan takes control, everyone except Vince, Lani, you and himself perish." he explained, not knowing where he pulled the information came from.

Lilith leant forward, "How do I know that I can believe you?" she questioned.

Roman sighed, "Because it's happened to me before. When I was a new trait and Decan was up there with Patton and Logan. I started to disappear." he stated.

Lilith rolled her eyes, "Fine. I'll help, but only because I don't want my brother to disappear." she explained, putting a hand on the creative traits shoulder, pulling them into a dark space.

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