She was the Holy One. He took her, though.
Death.
Death took her in so many ways.
That's how Illiana came to meet Thanatos.
Through Death.
The centre of his being.
And he'd be damned if she was taken away from him.
She was his, and he was hers.
Thr...
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"He will reign hell on everyone if they dare touch her," He snarled.
"It's to late, it has already been done," She muttered.
♚ ♛
Heh, um, I'm sorry by the way. ~nervous laughter~
𝕴𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕻𝖔𝖛
I woke up to a burning in my throat. My eyes widened, and I rushed out of the closet and into the attached bathroom, throwing up all my bodies contents.
It's not that bad now, I used to throw up every month on my period, so I'm used to it.
"Fucking morning sickness," I grumbled.
Thanatos came rushing into the bathroom, holding my hair as I threw up some more.
I groaned, leaning my head onto the toilet seat. Standing up, I went to the sink and brushed my teeth thoroughly, getting the horrible taste of vomit out of my mouth.
After cleaning up, I went back into the bedroom, and looked at the clock with its glaring red numbers.
It's 7am so I might as well get up.
Shuffling back towards the closet, I picked out an overly large sweater which was pastel blue, with some white sweatpants and white fluffy socks.
Coming out the closet, I saw Thanatos come out in some grey sweatpants, and no shirt.
I'm definitely drooling.
He smirked at me, taking my hand and walked towards the kitchen.
"I've lost my appetite, I'm not hungry," I said sadly.
"Just try and eat some fruit, and drink a lot of water," He assured.
I sighed, nodding my head.
♚ ♛
Walking stiffly towards the living room, I felt uneasy. Something was- off. Charon and Hecate were the only two here as the others went to get more supplies.
I looked around me suspiciously, covering my body with my arms as a chill raced down my back.
I narrowed my eyes; I was used to these situations. Growing up with an abusive dad had opened me to the horrors of life, and now death.
Sorry Thannie.
Then... the lights turned off. Trying to stay calm, I walked stiffly towards the wall, searching for the light switch.
Suddenly, a gloved hand shot out towards me, and covered my mouth with a wet cloth.
I screamed into the cloth as my lungs screamed for oxygen.
