these violent delights have violent ends
Delphia. If the demigoddess was involved, the panther supposed that lent some legitimacy to what the Alchemist had said. Why didn't she simply come to collect my soul herself. Though she couldn't see the Cath Sith, she could feel it. Or perhaps she'll just feed me to that soul-stealer you've got trailing at your ankles. Better hope she doesn't though, because should my soul do anything but find Mort, you can bet you will never have another restful night's sleep again.
Fangs sprouted behind her lips as she was forced to shove a scrap of cloth into her mouth. Clever. She hated him for that. Stiffly she was made to exit her home, undoubtably for the last time. Never once did the warrior have the slightest inclination that she ought to look back, that there was anything to write, or record, or miss.
All there was to do now was make sure her death was a good one.
And take this asshole with her if she could.
Fangs sprouted behind her lips as she was forced to shove a scrap of cloth into her mouth. Clever. She hated him for that. Stiffly she was made to exit her home, undoubtably for the last time. Never once did the warrior have the slightest inclination that she ought to look back, that there was anything to write, or record, or miss.
All there was to do now was make sure her death was a good one.
And take this asshole with her if she could.