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Pelintira assumed nothing significant happened with the body, she had not any disturbance within the fortress or from Alenia herself. Her chambers were sealed from all apprentices, including her, but it was always possible for the apprentices to reach out to her through magic, if absolutely necessary. She had been up late, as she often was with her studies, before eventually getting a few hours rest. Even then it was perhaps more accurately considered meditation than sleep. After she was up, it was back to her studies again. As well as looking through the crystal that she tended to use to check on things. Both in the fortress and

Mao would wake up the next day, stretching on her little bed made for her size. Making sure to do her bed, she then left floating to look for something to eat, mostly at the same place students went to get their food. Picking just some things that would serve as a breakfast, she ate rather quickly as she wanted to do other things, including going to see her mistress and perhaps hear of what was happening with Alenia in the same mean time. After she was done, Mao would first go for a lap around the fortress to see that everything was going alright but also to pick the potion she had found last time, just out of curiosity for it. With all that

The overcast, dark gray sky complimented the feelings of everyone present at Mr. George DeLong's funeral perfectly. On the brink of rain, the priest recited the religious texts for his soul to rest in peace. He was a great man, a natural leader and savvy businessman, owner of the leading construction company in the Western World, DeLong Infrastructure. I was sitting on the front row, I was his close assistant after all. With one leg folded over the other, my wallet in my lap, dressed in a body tight black dress that showed of my curves. It had a deep cut that showed off my K CUP tits, and thin straps that hung from my shoulders, which w

"Because I-" I was interrupted by Trent calling me a dumb bitch. Before I could react to that, Brandon started speaking with audible rage in his voice. It sent a chill down my back, his voice got louder and louder and he banged the table as he said "...killed him!!" My heart pounding as Brandon approached, I looked at him fear stricken, my knees rubbed under the desk and my feet were on their tiptoes, I pleaded, "Brandon-! HUNH!" I lean away from his as he comes around and put my hand up but he smacks it away. He gets behind me and pulls me back by my shoulders. I gasp as his rips my shirt. I arched my back to avoid his hands, but

“Why would we just fire you?” Asked Fred, confused. “What good would that be to us? Dumb bitch.” Said Trent. “You stole from us, from our company. How can you say you loved him?? You used him for money. Stole him. Betrayed him. And ultimately killed him.” Said Brandon, finally loosing his calm and raising his voice. “We can expose you, both the theft and the whoring, and you think we will be satisfied by just firing you?” Brandon walked hastily towards her. His size was intimidating, especially now as he was clearly upset. “There is only one thing you were ever good for.” He grabbed both sides of her shirt and

I looked at the other two brothers as they entered, a surprisingly gentle hand from Trent on my mid-back guiding me to the chair at the chair just to the right of the top seat, Fred pulled it out for me and waited till I sat, this treatment confused me, perhaps it was to throw me off. I didn't say a word and just obeyed, my heart began to thump a little as Brandon began to speak, his disdain notable in his tone. On one of the many TV's strewn across the wall appeared images, videos and audios. They knew exactly what I had done, a sinking feeling developed in the pit of my stomach. With a press of a button Brandon changed the image, all

The man in the conference room was Brandon. The older brother didn’t turn to see her, and simply remained standing staring out the window. “I didn’t want to” he answered her in a loud, confident, clear voice. “But I have to. We have much to discuss.” Brandon had a very similar behavior to that of his father, when he was nervous or upset. George was usually very pleasant and charming, but on his bad days, he could be tough. That’s the behavior Brandon inherited the most. Fred had his charm and charisma, Trent had his love for food and drink and his rebelliousness, and Brandon has his confidence and leadership. The two other

The afternoon was spent in faking smiles, greeting people, comforting them, and avoiding the DeLong brothers. Was I truly sad about Mr. DeLong passing? Or the fact that I had no sugar daddy? I didn't know myself. As I said goodbye to the last of the guests, my phone buzzed. It was Trent, my heart started beating. I open the message, it read, “Meeting tomorrow morning. DO NOT MISS IT. DO NOT BE LATE. Your future must be discussed." Fuck, I thought, now that Mr. DeLong had passed, there was no one to protect me, the brothers would inherit everything and chuck me out of the company. I called for my car, thinking and mentally preparin

Fred was the youngest of the three brothers. He was also the kindest and the thinnest, as strange as that might sound, considering he was still a bit rough and sarcastic, and fit. Trent was the middle brother. He was a bit overweight, very strong, with arms as thick as a tree trunk and covered with tattoos. He was also bold and had piercings on his ears and eyebrows. He walked in slowly, took a brief look at Jenny, and sat down on the opposite side of the room. He had sunglasses on and tears running down his face. “Thanks … ahm … oh …“ Fred choked, cleared his throat, and started over. “Thank you all for coming. Dad wo

"The word you replace must remain in the same place the word you replaced it with."

Alenia had continued to work and practice with the zombies body of the girl she had killed. She had leaned to move it much more smoother than before but for now, she had decided to finish up for the day. She would sit the body down onto a chair in her room and for into her bed. The girl looked so strange, like a life sized doll in her bed, but that description was not even wrong to call the girl, it was exactly what she was. A doll, a puppet for her to use. She shook away the thoughts and began to close her eyes, drifting off to sleep and wondering what she would learn next.

Mao had listened carefully to what she was told, learning how seemingly important this soul had been to at least one of them. She just knew she has to protect it for the time being. She could always summon it back later for if they ever needed it. As Mao was told to keep it for now, the cat nodded and sealed the soul in a crystalized form before she sent it back to where she had summoned it from. Afterwards, her eyes shifted to the body, making her wonder what that body could do to Alenia. The power of death was as strong as life itself, being two very opposites. If the dead was to attack the young witch while she was vulnerable, it would not