Return Of The Dead Duchess - 𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 - Wattpad

Return Of The Dead Duchess

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"What a sad soul" A voice echoed in the darkness. A voice? It looks like I was wrong, I am not alone. 


    "Who are you?" I tried to answer back and I was greeted with another question.

    
     "Do you want me to help you?" I was stunned for a moment. "Help me?"

     "How will you help me when I am already dead" these thoughts hurts a little bit as I recalled my death. I became dizzy as I felt the burning and chanting intensified. I felt like dying all over again.

     But then I was snapped out when I heard the voice laughed.


     "Well I can send you back"


     "Send me back? To where?"

     "I can send you back to life" is it possible to feel silence more silence after those words dropped like a bomb? The word life linger in the air as thoughts flooded me in.

     "Y-you can d-do that?"


     "Of course I can but there's a condition"

     A condition? Ah ofcourse! To be alive again is a heavy wish and everything has an equivalent value.


     "What is it? What is your condition?" I felt strong answering as I felt my veins filled with excitement if that is even possible. I would do anything just to go back and secure my sister's fate even if it means I would need to kill just for that wish.


    "Be my debt collector"


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In Shadows of Night

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