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"Ouch!! You naughty child, you impolite!" "You are more impolite, having bewitched me, then controlled me. No words of gratitude other than calling me a burden!!" Then she heard a loud laugh from the man holding her, "That's right. I don't know myself, but you're the only person I can possess. Light from pure mana in your heart, summoning my soul wandering, trying to find an opening to enter king Philips's dreamland! he roared. After a while, his steps stopped and set Rania down. "Up here, they've seen your trail, and my mana is running low."

He stops to clear his throat, while I dart my eyes around the multitude. Everyone seems so keen on what Jerol has to say, the lanterns lightening the area amidst the falling darkness, the cameras unblinking on us. "The theme of the party was to thank each and every person who stood by me when I was at my lowest. In whichever way that you stood by me, feel so much appreciated. The second reason for this party, was to talk about my redemption." He drops his hand from my shoulders to my waist, pinning me to his hip as he addresses the crowd. "They say that, when you hit the rock bottom, that is not usually the end. That there is always an angel who will come and grab your hand, and pull you up.

“Adriana. I have killed more warriors than I can count.” She takes a step back from me. “I know you weren’t a saint before you met me. But even saints have a past, Liam. They lived a life before they changed. You lived a life, a seemingly terrible one…” Shit, she sounds so sweet and hopeful she almost has me convinced that maybe I wasn’t so bad. But I know better. “I’m no saint, Adriana.” I interrupt her, feeling exhausted by her lack of willingness to just listen. “Not now, certainly not then. I’m not looking to ask for their forgiveness. In the world we live in, there is only redemption in blood.”

RED. To be Continued

he sobbed. Greed. Always greed. My expression twisted in disgust. Max was one of the best people I’ve trusted in the mob world, a homeless man I raised to build a family, protected his family like my own. “Do you know how much I lost because of you?. And you walked away with two million like that made it better?” I pressed the axe against his wound, just enough to make him hiss. “I know I shouldn’t have messed with you, I’m sorry…” Sorry.

"The very one," My heart quickened in excitement. It seemed like a long time since I last saw my parents. But what could we be going to do there? Surely, we're not going for sightseeing, are we? "What are we going to do?" I asked. There was silence for some time before Alpha Fenrir replied. "Redemption," he said. There was some more silence before he continued. There is this technique beta Gonzalo told me about that could eliminate the corruption in people. It would leave them more or less without a wolf, but at least, they would be sane people,"

"There is a place. A sanctuary where you can learn to control the spirit. But getting there will be the hardest journey of your lives." Emilio swallowed hard. "Where is it?" The figure reached into their cloak and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. They handed it to Lucas, who opened it carefully. Inside was a map with a single word written at the bottom: "Redemption." "Follow the map," the figure instructed. "It will lead you to the sanctuary. But beware, the journey is fraught with danger." Lucas and Emilio exchanged a determined glance. "We'll do it," Lucas said firmly.

The weight of his acts began to weigh hard on him, and he longed for redemption. The captain interjected, his voice tinged with doubt, amid this introspective moment. "How much do you know about redemption, stranger? You talk with authority as if you possess the secret to redemption." The author shifted his attention to the captain, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Redemption is earned through introspection and self-discovery, not given. It is a trip that each person must do on their own. As for me, I have emerged from the depths of darkness with a glimpse of light. If you choose to follow it, the path I offer is one of reflection and understanding."

“Why are we sitting here? Oh I spoke too soon, she does have a question. “Read page one hundred and three.” “I haven’t gotten to it.” She looks at me confused. “Please, I’m trying to see if I will want to read this book based on a random page.” “Oh.” She says opening the book to the page I requested of her. “-Beg for salvation. I did, on my knees, every night… Atone for your sins. Repent.” She begins, “ Marrying Killian and staying in this relationship was my atonement. Redemption is in the hands of the one you have wronged. Too bad for me, the man I had wronged hated me with every ounce of his being. I had come to understand that maybe, I would never find the redemption I was seeking. Not i

“Good.” She walked away, heels clicking decisively against the floor. The whispers didn’t stop after that, but they changed. They softened. Less curiosity, more watchfulness. As if they were waiting to see if I would trip, if I would prove them right. By late afternoon, I was adjusting Austin’s schedule for the third time when a notification popped up on my screen. Mr. Rivers: Bring the files. Now. I stood immediately, gathering the folder and tablet. As I walked toward his office, I could feel the attention follow me quieter now, sharper. The door closed behind me with a soft click, sealing me off from the noise.