Chapitre 39: The Voice Of A Demon
Your heart begins to race as a feeling of relief washes over you as you quickly reply unable to hold in your excitement.
"What, really you actually know a way for me to leave!"
(Yeah...bu-)
"If there is a way for me to leave you to have to tell me."
(But Mommy you still have to find a way to restore your mana realm first or I won't tell you.)
Your excitement fades as you begin to laugh at the anger begins to bubble up from deep inside then suddenly it vanishes just as the joy from before did, now overwhelming sadness that had taken its place.
'Why am I getting mad at a child, of course, he wouldn't wanna be in this hell until I find a way to come back if I ever do...I hope my real body doesn't freeze while I'm in here.'
"Fine let's get this over with."
Although you did promise to come back for the Kid you still can't help but be slightly annoyed at the child's attempt to force you to stay.
After a few more hours the light in the distance began to flicker at first it was swift almost unnoticeable hell you wouldn't have noticed it yourself unless the kid hadn't pointed it out though you felt a little uneasy you shrugged it off as a sign you were getting closer you were wrong as you walked the flicker began to get longer and longer until sudden it shut off.
"Hey, you ok."
(YES MOTHER IM FINE!)
The kid's words began to echo through your mind as he yanked his arm free and almost immediately after you feel an ice cold object strike your forearm spilling a warm sticky liquid ran down your arm.
The light flashes on like the smell of iron filled the air.
"Ugh this smell makes me nauseous, where did that boy go if he doesn't come back I just might leav-Ahhhhh!"
You scream as a sharp pain goes up your right arm you quickly grab your forearm clenching it with all your might.
"What the hell happened!" You say looking down as you notice you're covered in blood from the splatter marks that stained your shirt to your blood-soaked forearm which has dripped down and drenched your pants leg.
You begin to move your hand to check the damage as a voice that you can only describe as the devil himself say. (Hello Mother)
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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