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     Moonlight poured into a large office through multiple windows lining one wall, the silvery rays mingling and being overpowered by the soft golden light of a desk lamp. Sitting behind this desk was a tall, pale man, who was poring over a memo lying on the desktop. His crimson eyes stared at the sheet of paper before him, his strong-featured face emotionless and unreadable. He reached a long, nimble hand out and grabbed the paper, his free hand brushing his coal hair out of his eyes as he read the single line on the page once more.     “Midnight. A runner will be at your chamber. Be ready.”     He set the paper down and looke

     I read over my journals, looking over and over again for some sign of what I had done. Several of them seem to have been altered at some point, whether by me or another I do not know. My pills, prescribed to me what seemed like years ago now, lay beside my hand, not yet having been disposed of. The rustle of the pages of my journals is the only sound, other than my own rhythmic and even breathing.     Many of them, I find, say almost exactly the same thing, showing exactly how long I was under the influence of this demonic and all-encompassing drug. However, the further I go back, the more I find of my original life, and also the more

     Reaper and Crystal sat across the table from each other, each of them poring over massive volumes. In the hour they had searched thus far, only a few sentences mentioning the Lines had arisen, and all of them were vague rumors. Reaper was becoming frustrated, his mind abuzz with prospects for why he had been deemed Amanda's protector. But, for every reason he developed, another three questions sprang up. Most of the questions started with the word why.     "Any luck, Crystal?" he said, slamming another book shut and chucking it to the floor.     "No, sir. I'm sorry," she said, her green eyes tearing up in fear.     "It's fine..." R

     Reaper awoke, the feel of Amanda's throat still on his hands. The dream stuck in the forefront of his mind as he pulled himself from his throne. He brushed at his white hair with a feeling of disdain, then grabbed his long coat from the throne's arm. He slipped it on over his black torso piece, then began to move toward the door. Before he had made it halfway across the hall, however, he dropped to his knees as pain shot through every inch of his body.     He groaned, writhing oddly and trying to prevent himself from screaming.     "What is this?!" he roared, looking down at his hands, which had balled into fists.     As he watched

     While Amanda staggered toward the massive palace, Siniris and Katrina were speeding through its halls. Johnnie was unconcious in the room he and Katrina shared, having fainted after his bizarre declaration of the "Soul Merger". Katrina ran out of the room after that and ran into Siniris just outside. After explaining what had happened, Siniris had nodded and indicated for Katrina to follow her.     "Siniris?" Katrina asked, "Do you know what this Soul Merger is? Could you explain it to me? It seems like a Blood Merger, but it also seems somehow different..."     Siniris thought for a moment.     "A Blood Merger, as you know, causes

     "Ugh..."     Amanda's eyes fluttered open weakly, pain rippling through her with every breath she drew. She pushed herself into a sitting position, agony flaring through every inch of her. Hot tears ran down her face, and a wave of confusion washed over her mind.     "What's going on?" she said groggily.     She sat in a field of barren black stone, a city's skyline visible on the horizon before her. She looked up, gasping in surprise.     The sky was a bloody red, with clouds of navy fire drifting across it randomly. The sun was high above her, a giant ball of black lightning that sent bolts in every direction and pulsed like a

     Johnnie grunted as Katrina's fist landed on his chin. He slid backwards across the arena floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Katrina watched him, hands on her hips. Her golden eyes were ablaze with confidence.     "Are you giving up?" Katrina teased.     Johnnie wiped the blood from his lip, feeling the bruises rising on his face as he did.  She had pounded him fairly hard, while he had not landed a single blow. He knew that, in his current state, he couldn't keep up with her.     "Yeah," he said, straightening up, "I concede this spar."     Katrina stared at him.     "Has the time in the other realm made you s

     "What? What do you mean?" Amanda asked.      "It is called the Blood Merger," Siniris explained, "We will kneel side by side before this table. After we speak the words of the agreement, your body will disintegrate and your soul will transfer into my body. My will and soul will exit at the same intant your body vanishes, and I will return to the Upper Sect to another body.      "Once the process is complete, our paths shall never cross again."      "And... if we do this... will I still have my memories? Will you be able to survive long

What would you say, if I told you what I felt? What I feel, even now, in the depths of my soul A secret, that I must lock away forever. But if I told you, here and now, that secret, The secret of my love, that can never be quelled, What would you do? Would you turn away and scoff, Or perhaps simply ignore it? Would you stand beside me, And tell me you felt the same? Would you let me down slow, Or send me crashing? What would you do? I charge you, right now, to answer, What would you do? What would you do, if I told you that I loved you?