s*x in death
I whispered, the name surfacing from a memory I didn't know I had.
In the mirror, the King of Sorrows looked at me. It smiled. And then, it reached out from the silver surface, its hand passing through the glass as if it were water.
It wasn't reaching for Julian. It was reaching for me.
"No!" Julian gasped, his voice a strangled rasp. He managed to drive his silver dagger into his own thigh.
The pain seemed to shock the system. The creature of Life Nine vanished into smoke. Julian fell to the floor, gasping for air, blood blooming red and real against his black trousers.