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They could even barely grasp the faces of each other. “But I did it alone plus I am an ambivalent being! You two are the exact opposite of those heavenly assholes! I bet they can sense you a kilometer away from them!” Merlin kept on flailing as he walked last while Maleficent was leading the tri and Levi was at the center. “Shush.” Levi glanced at Merlin. “You are disturbing my inner peace, dude. Look at my flames! It keeps of wavering! Stop being a pussy, yeah?” Merlin was about to retort back when Maleficent beat him to it. “Shut it, Merlin. Or you will be Hunger’s meal. Good timing, he’s been deprived of food ever since I was in arrest.”

The same scars peeked out from beneath the edges of his uniform. It was as though he had been whipped mercilessly, and from every angle. Sin winced every time he saw Merlin. More now that he enjoyed some distance from Eris. He was never fond of her cruelty, and did everything exactly as she had ordered him if only to avoid her violent fury. “If you surrender now, I’ll make your deaths painless,” Merlin said flatly. “But if you continue to resist, then I’ve got no choice but to rip you apart slowly.”

I could hear Alex in the distance, my eyes lifting to see him storming across the field, his eyes set on Merlin as he snarled, "What the fuck you did to her?!" "Trained her," Merlin's voice was hard and cold, my heart beating fast now as I let his words sink in, not allowing myself to even humor him with his truth. I have absolutely no idea what to think, the back and forth between Merlin and Alex elevating my heart. "Never touch her again like this, otherwise-" Alex was swiftly interrupted. "Otherwise what?" Merlin glared at him. When Alex said nothing, an eerie silence fell over us as Merlin's eyes fell on one and he growled, "We're done here."

“She’s telling you that the court of King Arthur is real, that Faye is your sister, again. And this crazy lady here with the spiffy jacket, she isn’t just a Merlin, she’s THE MERLIN. Like the original Merlin. She never died.” “But I thought Merlin was a dude?” Arthur argues stupidly. I roll my eyes so hard I’m afraid they’ll get stuck. “Wow. Yeah, obviously that’s something the stories get wrong too. Imagine somebody having power who doesn’t have a penis! That cannot be right! So let’s make him an old white dude because everyone knows old white dudes have all the power!!” That shuts him up. He looks down at his shoes. The boy knows he’s done wrong. Everyone is staring at me now.

The scalpel slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the stainless steel counter. Another groan, and this time I gave up totally on the idea of being productive and useful. I buried my face in my hands, hating how out of it I was. I couldn’t concentrate. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. My mind kept on drifting to the idea of Azrael and that massive lycan from months back being the one and the same creature. I dropped my head onto the counter, utterly resigned to my thoughts. “Girl?” The familiar voice called out, too close. I looked up to find Meryn standing across my workstation with brows raised.