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“Absolutely not.” Hadrian said, before Hestia dragged him towards Marcus.

She looked up at Marcus, but somehow managed to seem TALLER than him if anything. “What. The. Fuck, Marcus?”

Marcus stumbled, and leaned on Hadrian. “I don’t know. Last time I talked to Ace about Eleonora she simply told me that if Eleonora got released, then that would be bad for EVERYONE. She didn’t specify a whole body snatching ordeal.”

Hadron raised a tanned hand. “I doubt she knew? Because if she did she wouldn’t be possessed right now, I imagine.”

Marcus raised his brow. “No? Then what is she? Because last time I checked, Ace didn’t have healing magic.”

Hestia snorted. “You wouldn’t know would you? Considering you tried to murder her and then ditched her for two years straight.”

Marcus squinted at her. “You barely know he—“

“Guys! Focus.” Hadrian commented. “What do we do?”

Hestia stumbled back as the skin on her leg knitted together, healed. “What? No, she’s dead. YOU’RE dead.”

But she saw it.

The golden eyes, the dark hair, the mischievous smile.

She may have never met Eleonora personally, but she had seen her far away plenty.

Oh Saints.

Hadrian, pressing a hand to his nose, unsheathed his Venandi dagger, something called Solus. “We need to kill her.”

“NO.”

Hestia and Hadrian whirled, Marcus behind them. He was stumbling and wavering standing up, still weak from blood loss. “If we kill her, Ace dies too.”

Hestia stared at the man as he stabbed himself. He was silent, there was no grunts of pain, no screams.

There was only the sound of guts and blood and the knife sliding across his skin.

“What the fuck.” She said, her manner non composed. She couldn’t afford to be the Stirian Queen right now, only Hestia. She looked at Ace, and she scsramboed upwards, the pain is her leg screaming.

She get blood dripping down her body as she curled her hand around the hilt of the knife in her leg and pulled it out.

She looked at Ace.

“Who are you?”

The Dark Man.

That’s all Hestia could think, as she grabbed a dagger from the sheath on her leg and slashed it at the assailant. The man quickly moved out of her way and threw himself at Hestia, making them crash to the ground. Hestia scratched at him.

Hadrian, glancing between Marcus and the witch con the ground, gritted his ferry before pulling at the Dark Man’s leg. The Dark Man kicked back, and Hadrian’s head snapped back, blood spurting from his nose.

“Fuck.” He said, as he stumbled and collapsed to the ground. Hestia, using this as a chance, grabbed another knife and she stabbed down at the Dark Man.

At the right moment, he moved out of the way, and thanks to the quickness and how much weight she placed on the knife, she couldn’t stop it as she stabbed herself in the leg.

It was like ice water had splashed on her.

She let out a scream.

(And you love it so respond to the shit now ❤️)

(Wait nevermind no you didn’t)

(Bitch you spelled illiterate wrong)

(Well, maybe it wasn’t obvious for you you do be dumb)

(Bestie i was going to kill Marcus 🧍🏾)

(Ah, I understand now)

(So it’s more like, an unwillingness to do it, but being forced to by yourself)

(Not the self-combustion simply because Ace wants him to live😭)

(No that’s illegal)

(Marcus is dying bestie)

Marcus’s cold dead eyes were staring into Ace’s.

Not Ace’s.

Ace?

Hestia was confused and shaking and Carnam was dead. Her ears rang with a sound so loud it seemed like it would swallow her alive and whole and she would drown.

While Ace attempted to heal Marcus, Hestia looked at his assailant.

Nothing but a armored man, wearing a mask sculptured in the shape of a skull. It was a jet black, and gleamed in the colors of the fires around them.

Hestia glanced at Hadrian, who nodded at her.

And she charged herself at the assailant.

Hestia stepped back. Marcus, curious as to why Hestia wasn’t with them already, came next to Hestia, raising his brows.

“What’s wron—“

He paused.

His legs went weak.

“No.”

Then the world exploded.

Hestia flew back, and landed on her chest, grunting at the impact, the wind knocked out of her. She looked around, her ears ringing with a piercing sound.

She winced, and limped to her feet.

Ace. Where was Ace, what had happened…

She first saw Marcus. He was on the ground, and her eyes connected with his.

His last words was her name.

Because as soon as he attempted to stand, a sword was shoved into his back.

Hestia glanced back at Ace for a moment as they stepped over the boarder into the encampment.

Or, at least, it SEEMED that way. Quickly, she went to hide in the shadows, before she noticed Ace, still dragging her feet, still slow.

Hestia paused. “Infernalis? Are you okay?”

She took a step towards the girl, ignoring Marcus and Hadrian’s frantic whispers.

They seemed to find one another friends fast.

OH 😭

BITCH IF YOU DONT START RESPONDING QUICKER 🔫

Hestia glanced at her for a moment, before continuing to walk forward. The group was silent, each in their own thoughts.

She assumed they would talk about tactic when they actually GOT there, instead of now.

Which, when she would look at it later on, was so stupid.

Saints, were they stupid that night.

Her braid bopped against her back as they turned the corner to exit the palace. Then, it was a short walk to the Town Square.

Hestia looked around. And then, she truly saw the destruction of Aenia, who truly BAD they were hit. There was holes dug in the ground to burn bodies, and the perpetual smell of rotting corpses and smoked meat was in the air.

Hestia resisted the urge to gag.

Hadrian blinked rapidly.

“This would’ve never happened in Badeux.” He said quietly. Hestia agreed, before glancing at Ace. “You good?”