"Isn't the water cold, mommy? Have you become a mage like uncle Lith?" Leria asked, incapable of speaking louder than a whisper.
"Hush, my child. Go back to sleep." Jolia caressed Leria's small head and her Mesmerize made the child lose consciousness.
"My baby." Jolia literally cried a river that entered Leria's nose and mouth, emitting a gurgling sound. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm doing this because I love you and I can't bear the thought of living without you."
In her mind, the image of her long dead daughter overlapped with Leria as Jolia repeated the same words she had said before taking both their lives.
The water flooding the small lungs also sucked the child's life force and replaced Jolia's suffering with the ecstasy of the feed, giving her a pleasure that made the entirety of Mogar fade away for a few precious moments.
