"Father, looks like you got violated," Ebon snickered in my mind, perched lazily on the table, far from the chaos unfolding around me.
"Shut up," I cursed inwardly, still trying to process what had just happened. I glanced up at Veronica, who was now facing the guest at the door.
What the hell happened to her? I couldn't believe how much she had changed. If it weren't for Jamie showing up, things might have gone way further. What the hell have I created? I should never have told her to be more confident. Now, she was... terrifying and Beautifull.
"Hehehe... Rape you? Hahaha," Ebon's mocking laughter echoed in my mind.
"Shut up." I fired back, trying to silence him. There's always a possibility for everything, I thought grimly.
From my awkward position beneath Veronica, I tried to get a better look at Jamie, but her weight made it difficult.
His face was pale as he stared at Veronica, frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights. Then, without a word, he nodded quickly and bolted out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
Poor guy, he probably saw the same insanity I've been dealing with.
Veronica's grip around my hand loosened slightly. Sensing my chance, I began to pull away, but she caught my movement.
Slowly, like something out of a nightmare, she turned her face back toward me with a smirk that sent chills down my spine.
Great, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. She wasn't done yet.
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And I survived... but not exactly, I thought, glancing down at the hand Veronica was gripping tightly. It felt like she might crush it any second. Well, whatever, I sighed internally. She had ice magic; she could probably freeze me on the spot if she wanted to. Not that it was comforting.
I looked around aimlessly, wondering where we were even going. My mind was a bit foggy from the whirlwind of events. Veronica walked beside me, her usual pleasant expression plastered on her face, but something was definitely off. There was this gnawing feeling in my gut—like a warning sign that wouldn't go away. It had been there for the past week, but I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong.
Reaching into my pocket, I summoned a candy for both of us. Veronica's eyes lit up like a child's as she gazed at the sweet in my hand, sparkling with excitement. At least this will distract her, I thought, gesturing for her to take it.
She eagerly did, and as soon as it was in her hand, I tossed mine into my mouth. The sugar hit my tongue, melting away some of the tension, normalizing my heartbeat. At least something feels normal for once.
"Vero, Don't you have a class?" "Yeah I do have .... But I don't wanna leave you..." she said grabbing my whole arm her assets being pressed on. Pulling my arm away I left her as ran away. "Sorry, Vero but I got some business with Art, he might go away." I said as I left.
Veronica's POV:
I watched him leave, that usual mix of excitement and frustration bubbling up inside me. "Run as much as you want. I'll get you anyway..." I smirked, knowing that no matter how far he went, I'd catch up.
I turned slightly, sensing the presence I had been aware of for a while now. "You can come out," I said, eyes fixed on the shadows. My voice was calm, but I felt the frost slowly building in my hand, fueled by my mana.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged, her pink hair catching the faint light as it fell in perfect ponytails. Her eyes had that unsettling glint—red in the shade, with a glowing dark blue iris. Clara, the Bitch.
"Geez, it's the first time someone's actually detected me," Clara said, her voice carrying that usual playfulness that irritated me to the core.
I didn't falter. "I told you to stay away from him," I said, my hands growing colder with the surge of mana flowing into them. The frost creeping over my fingers mirrored the cold resolve in my heart.
Clara laughed, leaning back with her hands behind her head like she had all the time in the world. "I always give you this option, you know? We could share him, you and me. Think about it, Veronica. Why fight over him when we could both have what we want?"
I felt my anger rise, but I kept my voice steady. "He's mine," I stated flatly, not willing to entertain her delusions any longer.
Clara dropped the playful act, her expression darkening. "Okay, so you're not going to cooperate. Fine." The wind swirled around her, forming a blade in her hand. "Then I'll just kill you and take him for myself. He's the only thing standing between me and what I want."
I tensed, readying myself for a fight as I felt my magic surge, the air growing colder around me. But just before we could clash, the familiar and unwelcome sight of a DC Officer patrolling nearby caught both of our attention.
"Tch," Clara clicked her tongue in annoyance as she dissolved the wind blade and melted back into the shadows.
I glanced once more at the officer before retreating in the opposite direction. This wasn't over—not by a long shot..
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The vast expanse of the white void felt infinite, stretching endlessly in every direction without beginning or end. In the center, an ominous presence broke the otherwise stillness — a black entity, sitting atop a gnarled, shadowy branch. Its form absorbed light, a blackness so profound that it seemed to devour the very existence around it. Tendrils of black smoke radiated from its form like burning charcoal, crackling in an unnatural silence. There were no discernible features beyond its dark, humanoid shape, as though it was a shadow made manifest.
"The memories of both those entities have been sealed," echoed a calm, yet piercing voice from the white void, addressing the figure. "But I want to ask — why did you plant them there in the first place?"
The black entity remained still, its body motionless save for the subtle rise and fall of its chest. When it spoke, its voice was cold, detached, and came from nowhere and everywhere, as though the void itself echoed its thoughts. "That is something... even I do not fully comprehend. Perhaps a sudden impulse."
The white void, though empty, seemed to shift subtly, as if contemplating this answer. "This is unexpected, coming from you. You were my perfect creation—"
"Perfect mistake." The black entity interrupted, raising a long, clawed hand. Its movement was slow, deliberate, as if to emphasize its words. The claws, sharp and black as the void it inhabited, reflected no light.
The white presence hesitated. "I know what you're doing... just following him. I'll ask you again—who are you following?"
The black entity, unmoving, slowly lifted its hand, pointing upward with its index finger. Twin red flames ignited in the void where its eyes should have been, burning like crimson embers in a dying fire. They radiated malice and a dark knowledge as the black figure finally answered.
"The Writer."
With those words, the white void shuddered, though the entity itself remained as still as ever, watching with its burning gaze.
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