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Dragon Red 18: There was a price...
Name: K. A. Webb
Story: The Demon Assassins: Briony: The Book
Colors: Dragon Red 18: There was a price to be paid for any decision he made. There was a price for who he was. Other people paid it.
Supplies and Styles: none
Word Count: 3170
Rating: PG
Warnings: emotional turmoil.
This is the first full story I've written for the Demon Assassins. I have a lot of back story for them now, but this is the story that wanted to be written, so here it is.
Hiding in the library was the easiest thing for me to do, because at least then I could pretend not to think about it all. Seeing them, together… the image wasn’t one I could get rid of, even though I had been doing everything I could to make it fade away, and I stared down at the pages of the book I was pretending to read in an attempt to try once more. I’d thought they were spending more time with each other than they normally would have done. With my birthday coming up it wasn’t something I’d be all the bothered by, because it seemed likely they were planning some sort of surprise for me, and the last thing I wanted to do was make a fool of myself by asking if they were having an affair. Of course if I had asked the question they would have lied. They wouldn’t have wanted to be honest with me, as they both knew they’d end up losing me. Unfortunately it wasn’t anywhere near as simple to walk away as I wanted it to be. Being tied up in a lease I knew we couldn’t afford to break was something I needed to come to terms with.
Sighing, I picked up the book. Pretending to read it wasn’t getting me anywhere. I made my way over to the shelf I’d got it from, trying not to let the tears I could feel welling up escape, and put it back, before making my way along the shelf. Reading had always been my way of escaping the world and I needed it to work. I needed to find the right book to take me to another world, where I wouldn’t have to think about finding the woman who’d been my best friend since school in my bed with my boyfriend. I hated them both for what they’d done. They knew how much it was going to hurt me when I found out, and they couldn’t possibly have believed I wasn’t going to, not when they were using my bed for the deed. I swallowed the pain I wanted to scream out loud. I couldn’t work out how they could have done that to me. I’d loved both of them. They’d been my life, and because of them it was all in tatters.
My hand ran over a book. For some reason, even though the title didn’t really call out to me, I felt the urge to pick it up. As I did something fell out of it, and I bent down to pick it up. There was another book, that one far plainer than the one I had in my other hand, and I stared down at it, trying to work out why there was a book inside a book. Once it was in my hand there was something… I couldn’t explain what it was, exactly, but I put the other book back where I’d got it from and made my way over to the table with the one I’d found. During the short journey it seemed to grow. That should have been enough to stop me from opening. Obviously there was something very weird about it, so walking away from it would have been the logical option, had it been any other day. That day things were so very different. I couldn’t help thinking I’d found it for a reason. I should have stopped to examine that thought, only I didn’t, because I know now I was an idiot. Unfortunately there’s no way for me to go back in time and stop myself from doing something so incredibly stupid. All I can do is live with the choices I made, and write them down in the hope other people won’t make the same terrible mistakes I did.
I opened the book. Opening it, I think, was enough. No matter what I might have wanted that choice, even though it wasn’t really an informed choice, was the one that was going to lead to what came next. What I should do, I’m certain, is describe the book, but I found out something very interesting that is important now. The book changes. It doesn’t matter how it looked for me, because it will look different for everyone. If you are unlucky enough to find it then you’re unlikely to know what it is until it’s too late. However what I do know about the book is that it will become a part of your life at what you believe is the very worst time of your life. It will be called by your pain, and your anger. Should you feel that way then any book that becomes a part of your life in an unusual way is likely to be the book I’m talking about now. Walk away the moment you feel it. I can tell you now, with no doubt, that what happened to me isn’t something you’ll want to happen to you - no matter how bad things are you can survive without the book.
The very first thing I saw was the spell to call for help. Honestly I’m the last person I could have imagined ever thinking something like that was going to work, but I needed help. I needed… the person I’d normally talk to about everything was no longer a part of my life. Not after she’d betrayed me. That meant I had no one I wanted to talk to about finding her in bed with my boyfriend, mostly because I didn’t want to be vulnerable again, so using a spell to call for help made sense for the first time ever. It sounds so stupid now. I think, after all the pain, I was clutching at straws I shouldn’t have been clutching at. Knowing that now doesn’t help. I can’t go back and change the choices I made. I can’t go back and stop myself from writing down what I’d need to cast the spell, before heading to the nearest shop to pick them up. If I could do that I would have done it a long time ago. I might even have gone back far enough to stop myself from walking into my bedroom at the very worst possible moment, so I could live in blissful ignorance for a little longer, no matter how stupid it would have been for me to do something like that.
Yes, I’m very good at making bad choices. Well, I was, and I have changed a lot. After going through the things I have changes are inevitable. Back then, as I walked to the shop with the book held tightly in one hand, I felt like I was doing the right thing. I wasn’t. The right thing would have been to burn the book and hope it wasn’t too late. Every time I think of it I get annoyed with myself for letting something so unusual change me into someone I’d never been before, although I can understand why I did it. There was a part of me that wanted to jump into doing something unusual and hope for the best. Unfortunately that made the book one of the best things that could have happened to me, and I wish I could have shaken some sense into myself. A spell wasn’t going to solve anything. I didn’t even believe in magic. I just wanted to believe something was going to make things better.
Far sooner than I expected I had all the necessary items, and I remember feeling relieved, as strange as that may sound. It was as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, because I was doing something to make things better. Yes, I was an idiot. I’m never going to be able to stop thinking of myself in that way, due to the choices I made at that moment, as it’s something I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to forgive myself for. I could have made better choices. I should have made better choices. As I didn’t… well, like I said before, there’s nothing I can do to change what happened. I simply have to live with things as they are now, no matter how much I hate them. I made the choice. I have to live with it, and the guilt I feel. What I needed to do at the time was find a place I could cast the spell. The last thing I wanted to do was go back to the apartment. Luckily for me there was an abandoned house not far from where I was that I knew I could use, because I’d broken into it when I was a teenager and dared to do something that stupid.
During the walk there I did ask myself what I was doing. The woman who’d never believed in magic was going to cast a spell, to call for some unspecified help. Even then I think I knew I was being an idiot, but I couldn’t stop myself, because I did need something that much. I did need there to be help. I was hurting, and I hated the two people who’d hurt me so very much, and I didn’t know what else to do. The only thing I was truly certain of was that I wasn’t willing to go back to an apartment that was full of painful emotions. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t push myself to see him, and hear his apologies. He was going to apologise. He was going to do what he could to get me back. It wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t going to take him back. I wasn’t going to let the woman I’d called my best friend be a part of my life either, yet she was going to do everything she could to fix things. The very thought of dealing with that made me feel sick. How that led to breaking and entering I will never know, but it did. As I climbed in through one of the broken windows downstairs I found myself caring far less than I should have done that I was doing something so stupid.
There was no one else there. I don’t know if things happened that way for a reason, but the last time I’d been there several people were squatting there, and I half expected to come across the same people. I thought I was fortunate to be alone, so I made my way into one of the rooms the boarding was still up, to be certain the police wouldn’t be able to find me. Once I was in there I set up the candles in the design given in the book, lit a couple of the ones I wasn’t using for the spell to give me some light, and then closed the door. With that done I started to feel the anticipation build. I stood within a circle of candles, and lit them, one at a time, the way it said to in the book. I chanted the words written there, without any real clue what I was saying, and that was another one of the mistakes I made. Had I spent a little time with my friend the Internet I would have found out exactly how badly I was screwing my life up without actually screwing it up. It hadn’t even crossed my mind. I think that might have been part of the power of the book… and, yes, the book really did have power. It still does. If I happen to be lucky enough to find it I will burn it, which may not even help. I don’t know how strong the power used to create it was, and that means there is a chance it will survive the fire.
With the last candle lit I stepped into the very centre of the circle, lit the pillar candle, expensive thing, and sprinkled the mix of herbs on top of it. Really, when I think back, the look I was given by the owner of the shop should have been enough to stop me. It was obvious she knew what those herbs were going to call. I believe she would have said something to stop me. Actually, I believe she might have said something, only I wasn’t paying any attention to her, because I was far too focused on getting the things I needed. Had I listened she would have told me everything I needed to know. She would have stopped me. Unfortunately, due to my stupidity, I called upon something I shouldn’t have. Moments after I said the last words of the chant he appeared on the other side of the candle.
“Hello, Briony.” He smiled, and his eyes changed colour. “I’ve been listening to your pain all afternoon.”
Everything he said told me I’m just made a mistake, but there was nothing I could do about it, because I’d called him. “How do you know my name?”
“Does it really matter?” He reached out to take my hand. “I’m Bael, and I’m here to help you.”
“I’m not so certain I want the help now.” I wanted to pull my hand free. I stopped myself, believing it would be a mistake, and studied him. “You are not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?” As he stepped around the candle he changed form, into that of an actor I’d long had a crush on. “Or who?” Our eyes met. “I know what you want. I can feel it in every part of you. You might not want to admit it now, but that doesn’t change anything. You should be honest with me.”
“How do I send you back?”
“You can’t. The book won’t tell you, because it was created by my people in order to make this happen, and had you not called me like this I’m certain you would have done it subconsciously. At least this way I can explain the situation to you.”
I shook my head. “This isn’t what I wanted.”
“Yes, it was.” He studied me. “You might not want to believe it now, but you were hurting so much you wanted them to hurt too, and that’s what I’m here to do. I will hurt them for you. I will make them pay for what they did.”
“What do you want in return?”
“Are you really ready for the answer to that question?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need it. If you’re right and there is no way to stop this from happening I need to know what I’ve got myself into.” My voice was far calmer than I felt. I was shaking, and I couldn’t stop. What happened was my own fault, although the power the book exuded did have an effect, so all I could do was hope things weren’t going to be as bad as I believed they were. “What do you want in return?”
For a long time Bael was silent. I didn’t know what he was thinking, or what he might do next, and it was hard not to let if affect me too much. “You aren’t ready to know, Briony. I know that. If I were to tell you you’d spend the next few months wasting your time looking for a way out of this when there isn’t one. I don’t want you to do that.”
“My choices aren’t up to you to dictate. Tell me, Bael.”
“Companionship.”
“For how long?”
“As long as it takes.”
“There’s more to this that you aren’t telling me. It’s more than companionship.” I thought back to what Bael had said before. “Who are your people?”
“We’re wasting time.”
“Obviously that’s a question you don’t want to answer. Will the book tell me?”
“Had you read it before you called me I think it would have done. Now everything is different. I’m here. The two of us need to work things out together, because that’s part of the system, and you aren’t ready to know the whole truth about me. I don’t know that you ever will be. Calling me was something you wanted to do, otherwise it wouldn’t have worked, but now I’m here you’re scared of what it means. I understand. I’ve been doing this for a while not and I’m used to dealing with people like you.” He gently squeezed my hand. “I don’t want to make things worse, and I will if I tell you too much too soon. All you need to know is that calling me has connected the two of us.”
Biting hard on my lip, mostly to stop myself from saying something stupid, I looked down at the book. I hadn’t realised I’d dropped it, but without it in my hand I felt far less foggy. When I’d had it my whole being had been entirely focused on casting the spell. That had faded into nothing and I was more myself than I had been. Had I been myself I would have read the book in more detail. That wasn’t what the book wanted. It wanted me to call upon Bael without stopping to think about what I was going. It wanted me to make the mistake I had. Slowly, wishing I’d never found the book in the first place, I looked back at Bael. Maybe what I needed to do was buy more time, to find out more about who he was and what he wanted from me. Fortunately I already knew where I could go.
“What’s done is done. You can’t go back in time to change the choices you’ve made. All you can do is accept that I’m now a part of your life.”
“That’s not something I can do.” Gently, hoping it wouldn’t annoy him too much, I tugged my hand free. “I don’t want you to hurt anyone.”
“It’s far too late for that.”
“Bael…”
“Nothing you can do or say will stop me. I was the one who felt your pain. I will make them both pay.”
With that he was gone. I stared at where he’d been, trying to come to terms with what I’d done, and quickly came to the conclusion that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. The book was gone too. I didn’t know if he’d taken it or it if had simply gone to find it’s next victim. Sighing, I cleaned up the mess I’d made. It was my way of putting off doing what I needed to do next, because Bael, unfortunately, was right. I wasn’t truly ready to know what I’d got myself into, and yet I knew I needed to find out. I needed to learn about him, about how summoning him was going to affect my life, and about how it was going to affect the lives of the people around me. A tear trickled down my cheek. I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to forgive myself for being the reason he was around.
Story: The Demon Assassins: Briony: The Book
Colors: Dragon Red 18: There was a price to be paid for any decision he made. There was a price for who he was. Other people paid it.
Supplies and Styles: none
Word Count: 3170
Rating: PG
Warnings: emotional turmoil.
This is the first full story I've written for the Demon Assassins. I have a lot of back story for them now, but this is the story that wanted to be written, so here it is.
Hiding in the library was the easiest thing for me to do, because at least then I could pretend not to think about it all. Seeing them, together… the image wasn’t one I could get rid of, even though I had been doing everything I could to make it fade away, and I stared down at the pages of the book I was pretending to read in an attempt to try once more. I’d thought they were spending more time with each other than they normally would have done. With my birthday coming up it wasn’t something I’d be all the bothered by, because it seemed likely they were planning some sort of surprise for me, and the last thing I wanted to do was make a fool of myself by asking if they were having an affair. Of course if I had asked the question they would have lied. They wouldn’t have wanted to be honest with me, as they both knew they’d end up losing me. Unfortunately it wasn’t anywhere near as simple to walk away as I wanted it to be. Being tied up in a lease I knew we couldn’t afford to break was something I needed to come to terms with.
Sighing, I picked up the book. Pretending to read it wasn’t getting me anywhere. I made my way over to the shelf I’d got it from, trying not to let the tears I could feel welling up escape, and put it back, before making my way along the shelf. Reading had always been my way of escaping the world and I needed it to work. I needed to find the right book to take me to another world, where I wouldn’t have to think about finding the woman who’d been my best friend since school in my bed with my boyfriend. I hated them both for what they’d done. They knew how much it was going to hurt me when I found out, and they couldn’t possibly have believed I wasn’t going to, not when they were using my bed for the deed. I swallowed the pain I wanted to scream out loud. I couldn’t work out how they could have done that to me. I’d loved both of them. They’d been my life, and because of them it was all in tatters.
My hand ran over a book. For some reason, even though the title didn’t really call out to me, I felt the urge to pick it up. As I did something fell out of it, and I bent down to pick it up. There was another book, that one far plainer than the one I had in my other hand, and I stared down at it, trying to work out why there was a book inside a book. Once it was in my hand there was something… I couldn’t explain what it was, exactly, but I put the other book back where I’d got it from and made my way over to the table with the one I’d found. During the short journey it seemed to grow. That should have been enough to stop me from opening. Obviously there was something very weird about it, so walking away from it would have been the logical option, had it been any other day. That day things were so very different. I couldn’t help thinking I’d found it for a reason. I should have stopped to examine that thought, only I didn’t, because I know now I was an idiot. Unfortunately there’s no way for me to go back in time and stop myself from doing something so incredibly stupid. All I can do is live with the choices I made, and write them down in the hope other people won’t make the same terrible mistakes I did.
I opened the book. Opening it, I think, was enough. No matter what I might have wanted that choice, even though it wasn’t really an informed choice, was the one that was going to lead to what came next. What I should do, I’m certain, is describe the book, but I found out something very interesting that is important now. The book changes. It doesn’t matter how it looked for me, because it will look different for everyone. If you are unlucky enough to find it then you’re unlikely to know what it is until it’s too late. However what I do know about the book is that it will become a part of your life at what you believe is the very worst time of your life. It will be called by your pain, and your anger. Should you feel that way then any book that becomes a part of your life in an unusual way is likely to be the book I’m talking about now. Walk away the moment you feel it. I can tell you now, with no doubt, that what happened to me isn’t something you’ll want to happen to you - no matter how bad things are you can survive without the book.
The very first thing I saw was the spell to call for help. Honestly I’m the last person I could have imagined ever thinking something like that was going to work, but I needed help. I needed… the person I’d normally talk to about everything was no longer a part of my life. Not after she’d betrayed me. That meant I had no one I wanted to talk to about finding her in bed with my boyfriend, mostly because I didn’t want to be vulnerable again, so using a spell to call for help made sense for the first time ever. It sounds so stupid now. I think, after all the pain, I was clutching at straws I shouldn’t have been clutching at. Knowing that now doesn’t help. I can’t go back and change the choices I made. I can’t go back and stop myself from writing down what I’d need to cast the spell, before heading to the nearest shop to pick them up. If I could do that I would have done it a long time ago. I might even have gone back far enough to stop myself from walking into my bedroom at the very worst possible moment, so I could live in blissful ignorance for a little longer, no matter how stupid it would have been for me to do something like that.
Yes, I’m very good at making bad choices. Well, I was, and I have changed a lot. After going through the things I have changes are inevitable. Back then, as I walked to the shop with the book held tightly in one hand, I felt like I was doing the right thing. I wasn’t. The right thing would have been to burn the book and hope it wasn’t too late. Every time I think of it I get annoyed with myself for letting something so unusual change me into someone I’d never been before, although I can understand why I did it. There was a part of me that wanted to jump into doing something unusual and hope for the best. Unfortunately that made the book one of the best things that could have happened to me, and I wish I could have shaken some sense into myself. A spell wasn’t going to solve anything. I didn’t even believe in magic. I just wanted to believe something was going to make things better.
Far sooner than I expected I had all the necessary items, and I remember feeling relieved, as strange as that may sound. It was as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, because I was doing something to make things better. Yes, I was an idiot. I’m never going to be able to stop thinking of myself in that way, due to the choices I made at that moment, as it’s something I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to forgive myself for. I could have made better choices. I should have made better choices. As I didn’t… well, like I said before, there’s nothing I can do to change what happened. I simply have to live with things as they are now, no matter how much I hate them. I made the choice. I have to live with it, and the guilt I feel. What I needed to do at the time was find a place I could cast the spell. The last thing I wanted to do was go back to the apartment. Luckily for me there was an abandoned house not far from where I was that I knew I could use, because I’d broken into it when I was a teenager and dared to do something that stupid.
During the walk there I did ask myself what I was doing. The woman who’d never believed in magic was going to cast a spell, to call for some unspecified help. Even then I think I knew I was being an idiot, but I couldn’t stop myself, because I did need something that much. I did need there to be help. I was hurting, and I hated the two people who’d hurt me so very much, and I didn’t know what else to do. The only thing I was truly certain of was that I wasn’t willing to go back to an apartment that was full of painful emotions. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t push myself to see him, and hear his apologies. He was going to apologise. He was going to do what he could to get me back. It wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t going to take him back. I wasn’t going to let the woman I’d called my best friend be a part of my life either, yet she was going to do everything she could to fix things. The very thought of dealing with that made me feel sick. How that led to breaking and entering I will never know, but it did. As I climbed in through one of the broken windows downstairs I found myself caring far less than I should have done that I was doing something so stupid.
There was no one else there. I don’t know if things happened that way for a reason, but the last time I’d been there several people were squatting there, and I half expected to come across the same people. I thought I was fortunate to be alone, so I made my way into one of the rooms the boarding was still up, to be certain the police wouldn’t be able to find me. Once I was in there I set up the candles in the design given in the book, lit a couple of the ones I wasn’t using for the spell to give me some light, and then closed the door. With that done I started to feel the anticipation build. I stood within a circle of candles, and lit them, one at a time, the way it said to in the book. I chanted the words written there, without any real clue what I was saying, and that was another one of the mistakes I made. Had I spent a little time with my friend the Internet I would have found out exactly how badly I was screwing my life up without actually screwing it up. It hadn’t even crossed my mind. I think that might have been part of the power of the book… and, yes, the book really did have power. It still does. If I happen to be lucky enough to find it I will burn it, which may not even help. I don’t know how strong the power used to create it was, and that means there is a chance it will survive the fire.
With the last candle lit I stepped into the very centre of the circle, lit the pillar candle, expensive thing, and sprinkled the mix of herbs on top of it. Really, when I think back, the look I was given by the owner of the shop should have been enough to stop me. It was obvious she knew what those herbs were going to call. I believe she would have said something to stop me. Actually, I believe she might have said something, only I wasn’t paying any attention to her, because I was far too focused on getting the things I needed. Had I listened she would have told me everything I needed to know. She would have stopped me. Unfortunately, due to my stupidity, I called upon something I shouldn’t have. Moments after I said the last words of the chant he appeared on the other side of the candle.
“Hello, Briony.” He smiled, and his eyes changed colour. “I’ve been listening to your pain all afternoon.”
Everything he said told me I’m just made a mistake, but there was nothing I could do about it, because I’d called him. “How do you know my name?”
“Does it really matter?” He reached out to take my hand. “I’m Bael, and I’m here to help you.”
“I’m not so certain I want the help now.” I wanted to pull my hand free. I stopped myself, believing it would be a mistake, and studied him. “You are not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?” As he stepped around the candle he changed form, into that of an actor I’d long had a crush on. “Or who?” Our eyes met. “I know what you want. I can feel it in every part of you. You might not want to admit it now, but that doesn’t change anything. You should be honest with me.”
“How do I send you back?”
“You can’t. The book won’t tell you, because it was created by my people in order to make this happen, and had you not called me like this I’m certain you would have done it subconsciously. At least this way I can explain the situation to you.”
I shook my head. “This isn’t what I wanted.”
“Yes, it was.” He studied me. “You might not want to believe it now, but you were hurting so much you wanted them to hurt too, and that’s what I’m here to do. I will hurt them for you. I will make them pay for what they did.”
“What do you want in return?”
“Are you really ready for the answer to that question?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need it. If you’re right and there is no way to stop this from happening I need to know what I’ve got myself into.” My voice was far calmer than I felt. I was shaking, and I couldn’t stop. What happened was my own fault, although the power the book exuded did have an effect, so all I could do was hope things weren’t going to be as bad as I believed they were. “What do you want in return?”
For a long time Bael was silent. I didn’t know what he was thinking, or what he might do next, and it was hard not to let if affect me too much. “You aren’t ready to know, Briony. I know that. If I were to tell you you’d spend the next few months wasting your time looking for a way out of this when there isn’t one. I don’t want you to do that.”
“My choices aren’t up to you to dictate. Tell me, Bael.”
“Companionship.”
“For how long?”
“As long as it takes.”
“There’s more to this that you aren’t telling me. It’s more than companionship.” I thought back to what Bael had said before. “Who are your people?”
“We’re wasting time.”
“Obviously that’s a question you don’t want to answer. Will the book tell me?”
“Had you read it before you called me I think it would have done. Now everything is different. I’m here. The two of us need to work things out together, because that’s part of the system, and you aren’t ready to know the whole truth about me. I don’t know that you ever will be. Calling me was something you wanted to do, otherwise it wouldn’t have worked, but now I’m here you’re scared of what it means. I understand. I’ve been doing this for a while not and I’m used to dealing with people like you.” He gently squeezed my hand. “I don’t want to make things worse, and I will if I tell you too much too soon. All you need to know is that calling me has connected the two of us.”
Biting hard on my lip, mostly to stop myself from saying something stupid, I looked down at the book. I hadn’t realised I’d dropped it, but without it in my hand I felt far less foggy. When I’d had it my whole being had been entirely focused on casting the spell. That had faded into nothing and I was more myself than I had been. Had I been myself I would have read the book in more detail. That wasn’t what the book wanted. It wanted me to call upon Bael without stopping to think about what I was going. It wanted me to make the mistake I had. Slowly, wishing I’d never found the book in the first place, I looked back at Bael. Maybe what I needed to do was buy more time, to find out more about who he was and what he wanted from me. Fortunately I already knew where I could go.
“What’s done is done. You can’t go back in time to change the choices you’ve made. All you can do is accept that I’m now a part of your life.”
“That’s not something I can do.” Gently, hoping it wouldn’t annoy him too much, I tugged my hand free. “I don’t want you to hurt anyone.”
“It’s far too late for that.”
“Bael…”
“Nothing you can do or say will stop me. I was the one who felt your pain. I will make them both pay.”
With that he was gone. I stared at where he’d been, trying to come to terms with what I’d done, and quickly came to the conclusion that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. The book was gone too. I didn’t know if he’d taken it or it if had simply gone to find it’s next victim. Sighing, I cleaned up the mess I’d made. It was my way of putting off doing what I needed to do next, because Bael, unfortunately, was right. I wasn’t truly ready to know what I’d got myself into, and yet I knew I needed to find out. I needed to learn about him, about how summoning him was going to affect my life, and about how it was going to affect the lives of the people around me. A tear trickled down my cheek. I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to forgive myself for being the reason he was around.
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