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She lost her piece of the Kingdom. It was just as well. She moved her soiled paws underneath her form and slowly rose from the ground, the effort ridiculous. But it seemed strength had left her. Salmon tongue flickered out to clean away one of the dark red patches on one limb. Had she been a year younger, she would have been starving for a reflective surface to ensure her perfect appearance was not permanently maimed. It was no longer the first thing that would spring to life in her head, especially not now when she was crawling amongst fresh ruins.
Ezekiel had taken her princess crown, but had returned familiarity. She would remain in Inferni and know her defeat, but he wouldn’t make an example of her. She didn’t wish for eye-contact, and her gaze settled on his blonde chest as she nodded, agreeing with the new order of things. Perhaps it would truly be for the best. She had suffered these last months. She didn’t celebrate the thought of paying Enkiel a visit—would rather curl up in the dark and lick her wounds, but she would do as he said.
Her form was peaceful now; a stark contrast to the silent signals she had thrown around for quite some time. She didn’t crawl up to his side with an exposed belly and cowardly positioned tail, but her passive-aggressive stance was completely vanquished. Halo wouldn’t be his opponent any longer. She would accept this.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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