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She only knew this because, they had an encounter some years ago, which made Helen promise to help her when she needed it. " Good to see you again." Helen replied, as she ushered Nicky into her house. Nicky looked around. She had never been here, because she never thought she'll be cashing out on that favor soon. The house was creepy. There were carcasses of different animals, numerous bottles, containing various potions. It was a real witch abode, and this caused chills to crawl up her spine. "What can I do for you?" She asked in a shaky voice. "I want my son to be king." She said.

"Dirty undead in our wonderful house." Hadn't Sunny said Nicholas took her to the Chosen mansion once? She had to have claimed the house for the Blood Clan DeWinter. Score. The place was a castle, though I didn't think I could bring myself to live there with the ghost of Demitrius hanging around. "Syd?" Alison's voice reached me through the door, from the hallway. I backed off from Rosetta, jabbing toward her with my index finger. "Stay away from my family," I snarled. "Or else."

Busaba rubbed her face a few times, and couldn't concentrate on what was in front of her. “Please eat,” Isis sat next to her lord and gave a spoonful of spaghetti inside her mouth. Busaba accepted it without complaint. But Anubis thought he was being subtle. After three spoons, Busaba paused chewing and flicked her gaze to Anubis across the dining table. Anubis looked down at his feet, playing with his feet and pretending he wasn’t just staring at Busaba. It would be cute if Busaba wasn’t already frustrated with the death of her brother that happened a week ago.

“What I am simply trying to say, is that no one amongst the four realms can get rid of us.” “But you get your powers from the night. What if they attack during the day?” Hesper grinned mysteriously. “That’s their mistake.” He said, not adding anything else. Finally, he stopped in front of a huge house. It was grey in color, and had a weird combination of life and death. Life with the small garden at the entrance, and death with the broken walls and dried out trees. “The mind doctor lives here.” Hesper pointed out. “Let’s go pay him a visit.”

“I think we’ve got a pretty chill mission this time,” said Rica as they sat next to each other on the couch, sharing a tub of ice cream, and watching the nth episode of some mystery crime series they found on N*****x. They were both in their pyjamas, as it was a weekend, and their faces were unrecognizable with the animal-patterned facial masks occupying their entire face. Rica’s hair was additionally curled around heatless curlers. “Right?” “Mhmm.” Anna unintelligibly hums in agreement, her mouth full of ice cream, her eyes glued to the screen. “That murderer’s quite intelligent,” she comments, her attention focused on the show.

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."