Christmas In Hell
I was fading.
Ava watched us, her expression unreadable. Then she walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtain. Beyond, the cityscape of Hell stretched, a panorama of fire and shadow. "Alright, Damon," she announced, her voice sharper, more focused. "If we're going on a scavenger hunt for creation in a graveyard of gods, then we need a plan. And you, my dear dying brother, need to hold on." Her eyes, when she turned back, were full of a grim resolve I knew all too well. "Don't you dare leave Misha with this mess."
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