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Paranoia is an infection, and I’ve just nicked the artery. I opened the comms line. “Status on Cassandra?” “En route,” the operator responds. “Landing within the hour.” Good. Cassandra is a scalpel. Where Renner was chaos, Cassandra is order. Precise, unrelenting, meticulous. She doesn’t need to break people with violence—she breaks them with understanding. She finds the fractures already there and presses, gently, until they split. I hand picked her for this. “Prep the room,” I say. “Make sure it’s clean. I want her to feel welcomed.”

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Said the sentinel who immediately approached us. "Did you notice anything unusual other than this?" Elijah frowned when he asked this. "Nothing, dear king." This is the answer. I just listen to them and don't join the conversation. I'm looking at Venenata Negro. I looked closely at its entirety until I noticed what seemed to be an opening in its body. I squinted my eyes and I saw someone wearing a black cloak. I don't know if it's a man or a woman but the person is holding a cane and there is a red mist coming out from the person's hand. The Venenata Negro seems to absorb the red mist.

But this was the only solution that could save her to cure her unknown disease '' . He was surprised . '' So dad was behind all of this ?'' he uttered . '' Layla i will save you the thing that has killed you it will bring you back to life '' he mumbled . '' I will use alchemy to cure you definetly , wai for me , i will bring you the elixir of life , surely '' he stated . After that he began researching on alchemy studying and researching about it all night and day . Then one day he finds in a different shelf where his father used to put his old books , while cleaning it he found a book . The title on it was 'wasteland ' .

𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 � ��𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩. – 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 (𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, #4)

There was oil inside. Outside, the rain had stopped. Zee carried the book out to the yard and Inara poured the oil on it. Then Cassy set the book on fire. As it started to burn, a dark malevolent voice could be heard rumbling as though in pain. Zee and Cassy hugged each other in fright. As the book blazed, Cassy crumbled to the ground, groaning in pain. Also, her gray hair began to darken and her wrinkled skin began to revert to youthfulness. The malevolent voice gradually faded.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

Hopefully there wasn’t another door that led out of the room. I was already running towards Alma when the inner room’s door flung open. A blonde woman appeared before us, rage evident in her features. “Clara,” Alma gasped as she turned to look at her. “Die, bitch. Fuck you!” the girl screamed. Pure hatred burned through her eyes as she pulled the trigger. Fuck. With every strength within me, I leapt forward, blocking the bullet with my body.

I rode until the Greyer forests gave way to the burned lands of Red Claw. Nothing stirred. Not the wind. Not the trees. Until I found it. A stone crypt. Ancient and Sealed. Vines pulled away at my touch, revealing the inscription: Cassara, Daughter of Flame My breath caught. My name. But not the one they gave me. The one I’d forgotten. What else have they hidden from me? And what will it cost of me to find out