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Then its chest opened, panels shifting and sliding until I saw a black hole pulsing inside it, glowing faint red. “Express its disappointment?” Hoodie Guy muttered near me. “Interesting.’” The Game Master clapped its hands, the sound loud and final. “The song will end when the system decides it has had enough,” it said cheerfully. “Until then… dance.” And just like that, the music began. It wasn’t any song I recognized, it was something electronic and disorienting, full of deep beats that shook the floor. I forced my body to move—awkward, jerky steps, my arms swaying stiffly. I felt ridiculous, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to find out what “disappointment” meant.

" she demanded of her monstrous companion, pointing somewhere in the crowd of corpses. The music changed and the bodies began to move and fall again. Rylan and his friends were so distracted by their resurrection that none of them noticed a corpse with half its face and skull missing lifting an unconscious Carolina. "Who are you?" demanded Rylan, not taking his eyes off the approaching undead. He heard her sniffing around him before she said, "You're nothing either, but I'm Uma and I want to live. I need to have some life energy!" Again she giggled like a child. She was clearly angry. Her hands were outstretched, waving, seemingly moving to the beat of the music. "Carolina!" Rylan shouted as

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"You and your family have truly suffered a horrible death, Fred—an entire family gone just like that, without even leaving a descendant behind!" I stared blankly at the scene as a sudden burst of wailing echoed in my ears. I noticed three coffins lined up neatly before me, holding the bodies of Wendy Lowe, Fred Lancaster, and Draco Lancaster—Mom, Dad, and my younger brother. Those who were mourning so passionately were Shawn Lancaster and Olivia Smith—my uncle and aunt from the countryside.

Without waiting for an instruction from me the door slowly creaked opened to reveal Layla, my assistant. "I'm sorry to bother you Don but there's a man out there and he's been insisting he wants to meet with you" my brow ridged in confusion and before I could make out a sentence from my mouth a tall dark skin man waltzed into my room. I took a good moment to analyze his facial features and the similarities between he and Elvis were prominent so I was able to figure out that he was my uncle. "Fidel or should I say uncle Fidel" i spoke with no emotion tied to my voice while my eyes held his brown orbs and emotion filled eyes.

I tell her as I pour us both a glass and take a sip, savoring the oak and black fruit flavors. "Fair enough, although I haven't left my house much. What is there to do around here? I haven't ventured out in over seventy years, so consider me eager," she tells me, taking a sip and groaning. "Well, tomorrow there's the Festival of the Undead. Just walk out of your door around five in the afternoon and follow the crowd of demons. Anyone is welcome to come," I tell her, kind of surprising myself because only demons have ever attended the festival, but…fighting alongside one another tends to force a bond. At least in my mind

Lost a family and gain another, in one night. "Your uncle Hector. He's alive." The letter stated that all the remaining heirs of the Drax bloodline should be part of the decaying Hiatus clan or they will suffer a terrible consequence, hand signature by Hector himself. Adam promised his good friend Louis that he will make sure that his only son will not be involved in their family drama, but hell itself is coming for Luthor. *** Budapest, Hungary The entire courtroom went wild when the news about Hector being alive exploded inside. The terror spreads. The fact that the evilest person that controlled Samira for years is still lurking in the dark shivers of every lordship.

Kind of felt like I owed him one now. Grace began humming along to a song on playing in the car. At first, I didn't recognize the song but as the chorus hit, I realized that it was Unstoppable by Sia. The song suited Grace. She truly was unstoppable. Through all the bad shit that seemed to happen to her, she still found a way to raise from it all, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes.

They both vanish in the next split second to Goddess knows where. This place is a whole mess. I do not know which is worse, the barren lands where the undead are residing or here in which thousands and millions of souls are begging for mercy. Barren lands? Undead? Where did that thought come from? I shook my head as if to erase the sudden idea that popped in my head.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********