What a hell of a trip this was turning into. The dream came more intense and it did nothing but anger her. Choices such as this detested her, and while she wasn't afraid of death or danger, this wasn't her war, but if she could help and save her skin and those of those she had grown to love, she would take the darkness. It wasn't a stranger, and the deep clawed and whispered at her as rage built. This wasn't her world. She supposed now it was. She craved the fields of Asteria, the life she once knew. If she had nothing and no one to live for, she would abandon this world to whatever damndeable fate was to be had, but she no longer had that option.

This place stole it all from her, and fate was a wicked bitch and could get fucked. As much as she despised these magics, she had people to live for now. A family she was growing, friends, and a place to call home. Her mind went to Azalea and her mostly hellspawn, but her nephews all the same. To Jaxxon, who offered her friendship and a safe haven. To Abaddon, who hunts with her, and more intensely to Ezra, for whom she had claimed as her own. Her soul ached from the thought of loss, of them, of the futures she might face, and rage boiled to the surface fresh, hot, and vehement against the darkness she surrounded herself in.

She heard the voices cry out, some familar some not. Heard some of the rants and the name of a place from her original home. A snarl escaped her maw, anger, rage, sorrow, and hope mixed into a melodious, haunting cry. Curses and hopes alike were intermingled in her mind, and while she felt this deserved nothing but hate and ire, it was those she loved she acted for. Those she sought to protect and defend. This was her home, these were now her kind, and she would be damned to give up on the few good things this place managed to offer her. She would take this darkness and consume it if she must. She wanted the future, for herself...for them.

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