Chapter 100 - The Red One

I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been here. Loviatar, the scary ass bitch, has us tucked away in between words. We can interact with objects in the real world, but are more wraiths than anything. It has the benefit of not being hungry, tired, or thirsty, but it’s a rather lonely existence.

The only time since Loviatar has ‘saved’ us that we’ve had interaction from the outside world is when Nyx contacted me through the coin. Her words still haunt me.

“I was the one that set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one that killed all the witches that you left behind.”

“We’re coming for you.”

“I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”

I have no idea where I went wrong with her. I treated her the exact way that my mother treated me and her mother treated her. It inspired unending devotion and a need to please in both me and my mother.

I had no idea how much Nyx hated me. She always showed such deference. Like she revered me, as she should.