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“Do not recite the old ways to me, brother. I helped write them.”
Narnia reference?
On the next beat, I was plummeting, and I screamed as the hole I fell down swallowed me. The chute was narrow, cold, lined with stone, and something else. Something evil. Hands. Countless hands were somehow affixed to the solid stone, grasping at me as I fell and slowing my descent towards whatever pit awaited me below.
Labyrinth reference? Hehe
The flames in his eye sockets glowed with malice, and his deep as Hell growl had the corpses shrinking back into their cells. “Did they touch what’s mine?”
“What curse is that?” she whispered. I laughed, the sound deep and grating. “Me.”
The horny little goth girl inside wanted to stay in the realm of the dead and play the pet of the evil bone monster.
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time. I’d been warned, so many times. I couldn't help it. This was my weakness. She was my weakness.
She was beautiful, perfect in every way… save her desire to leave my castle. To leave this realm. To leave me.
