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One vial of Maridelle’s blood is resting on Hodor’s hand. He took it from his pocket awhile ago. Actually it had never left the comfort of his pocket since the time he took one from Vamoire’s laboratory.

His palm encloses the vial as the door opens. “Tell me some good news.”

There is a wide grin forming on Vamoire’s visage. She pranced along the aisle, closer to Hodor’s throne.

“Everything is doing really great accordingly to our plan,” she reported enthusiastically. “We are gaining controls over cities and towns and their fucking Alliance and all their forces are nothing compared to ours.”

The news delighted him. “And the monsters and newborns? Are they doing well?” He wanted to assess the magnitude of Maridelle’s help.

“Of course. That bitch had done us a good favor.” She smiled bitterly as her thoughts wanders from the moment she lost her pretty appearance because of her blood. It made her even angrier knowing Maridelle had survived the death they had offered to her.

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