Lavinia: A new world.

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Epilogue

The temperature of the room dropped fast. Ice formed on the curtains and crusted thickly around the lights in the ceiling. The glowing filaments in each bulb shrank and dimmed, while the candles that sprang from every available surface like a colony of toadstools had their wicks snuffed out. The darkened room filled with a yellow, choking cloud of brimstone, in which indistinct black shadows writhed and roiled. From far away came the sound of many voices screaming. Pressure was suddenly applied on the door that led to the landing. It bulges inward, the timbers groaning. Footsteps from invisible feet came pattering across the floorboards and invisible mouths whispered wicked things from behind the bed and under the desk. Fear swelled up from deep within my core. Sweat dribbled down my face, slowly I tried to process what was happening. "W-What!?" My voice came out shaky and surprised as I started at the cloud of brimstone contract into a thick layer of smoke. It was progressing towards me slowly but I soon disappeared darkness like it swallowed me whole in the belly of a whale. Erased from memory, wiped from history like I never existed. Tendrils of darkness wrapped around my frail body, suffocating me, taking the breath right out of my body. They licked the air before withdrawing. The column hung above the middle of the pentacle of darkness, bubbling upward against the ceiling like a cloud of an erupting volcano. There was a barely perceptible pause. Then two yellow staring eyes materialized in the heart of the brimstone mixed with sulfer. He was pale as a corpse, shaking like a dead leaf in the high wind. Just then the fear I felt before resided into the pit of my stomach. Therefore, some of courage had finally returned.

"Who are you?"

"I'm here to take you to a new world."

"A new world? What do you mean?"

"There is no time to explain. You need to follow me."

His voice was deep and raspy sending chills up and down my spine, walking deeper into this void of darkness behind the ghostly corps whose eyes shone yellow to a place where I was always meant to be.

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