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He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed their cruise vacation had turned to disaster - it was a mission after all, and those rarely ended nicely. But something about seeing her in action again, weaving, dodging, attacking - it called to him.

Even as his heart fluttered, even as he feared for her safety, he loved the way she fought with every inch of her being.

She wished she didn't come, but she had begged him, begged him and he caved.
He stood beside her, hands in his pocket as she cradled the delicate creature in her hands. Its breath is weak, tiny chest heaving with each labored breath. There isn't long until it breathes its last, and she closes her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek.

She hated it, how these things were so fragile. Her familiar was different, but in the human world...
It's not moving anymore, and she places it into the little hole her uncle had made. Though she hated dirt, she made an exception, scooping up the substance, placing it over the creature, filling the hole, patting it down with her hands.

Tears were streaming down her face now, and she cried for a long long time.

Sad memory

"Those words won't help you protect your demon."

****'s brow furrowed. He glared at the other man silently, unmoving, even as he could feel his foul breath against his face.

"Hollow for you, maybe." He believed. Even after all that had happened, all that he had done, and seen done to others; he believed. In her. In God. He could hold onto this one thing. Often times, his faith was all that was left to him; in the dark hours before dawn.

Thinking of what one wants to do for their future is always a terribly hazy affair, a task required for young ones to consider far before they are honestly ready for. But sometimes things work out, sometimes a test run is available. Such a lucky thing happens to *** and she is given the opportunity to slip into the human world for one night to scare children. They are easy targets, honestly, but everyone has to practice on someone!
*** is beside herself with glee. To get the chance to try out an aspect of Trick or Treat'dom before actually committing? Glorious! And to sneak around in the dark, to be the thing that goes bump in the night is beyond her dreams. Sure, scratching her fingers down the underside of some brat's bed nearly made her scream because of the havoc it wrecked upon her nails, but it was a small price to pay.
At the end of the night she had not one, but two screams under her belt. Two whole screams. And just as many lights turned on, which is an honest accomplishment. That is the highest level of Fear students were allowed to produce in the human world and *** has gotten two!
She is beyond pleased with herself, skipping as she heads down to the Halloween celebration, for she has helped provide Fear for their beautiful world, she has found accomplishment in herself and even her sadness will not weigh her down tonight. She is too proud.

Five steps in, and **** was already just about done. His golem's feet ached with every step, shredded as they were, and he was leaving little muddy footprints as it's insides slowly leaked out to become outsides.

He glanced back at Sasha to complain - and swiftly reconsidered, wisely shutting his mouth.

"This is probably worse than Jenga."

He carefully inspected the tiles around him before choosing one and hobbling over to it.

"Now you're just showing off."

It didn't take long for him to be issued a court date. It didn't take the city police long to figure out his family couldn't afford bail. Orange had never really been ****'s color. As he awaited his trial, troubled with both his own safety and that of his family, he was visited by a stranger. A stranger that promised him the power to fight back. To save himself. To protect his son.

It even came with a uniform, quite a bit smarter looking than his usual get up. But that bit didn't interest him.

The monsters were real.

[ main blessing three]

Well, perhaps she didn't have to get more books. ##### stared down at her phone, hearing a familiar jingle as Andrew had alerting to the missing word that would help in this odd little quest.

Seeing the word enchantment was such a welcoming sight. There could be many negative connotations attached to such a word but there wasn't anything blatantly horrible like what she had dreaded earlier. With her stack of books already on the table, perhaps she could be able to find something among the masses.

##### pulled out a chair, all set and ready to read when the smell of, well, fire and smoke caught her attention. She was still only halfway seated when her head snapped up and her eyes wide. Her mouth fell open in horror and let out a staggered breath at what she was seeing. Tears swelled in her eyes. Her fingers curled. The... the book. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU D-DOING?!" She screeched. There might be the familiar stuttering, but if there was anything to set the little witch off... it would be the destruction of books.

"Brother, slow down!"

--- was panting, leaning against a tree.

"Use your wings, dummy! You were born with them for a reason."
"I'm still not that good at-"

It was no use. He was too far, and couldn't hear her anymore.
True, she was born with wings, ALL of them were, but it didn't mean she always used them. To be honest, flying was a little scary, and she preferred using her hands more than her wings.

Taking a deep breath, she let feathers cover her arms again, and flapped them, testing her strength. Would she be able to make it to the next tree? She didn't know.

There was only one way to find out.
Closing her eyes, she jumped.

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