Perhaps that uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach at the sheer mention of him was an omen, a sign of bad things to come. As fate took its course, it was almost a self-fulfilling prophecy that she would have to face the man who caused those feelings one day. The Harbinger had secretly filled her stomach with millions of butterflies. He had them under his control. They fluttered whenever he wished. ˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙ Copyright © Hoyoverse