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�� Harsh
lights above him flickered on and nearly blinded Sefu.
His head and dark eyes rolled wildly as he adjusted to the sudden brightness.
He was somewhere that smelled of wet concrete and rusted metal. A breeze as a
door closed carried the scent of earth and pine. Opening his eyes confirmed
what he smelled. Through the bars of the solid wall, he could glimpse the
shadow of a mountainous range in the distance, its silhouette made jagged by
the spiky tipped pines that covered it.
�� Inside
the cell, dried rusty red orange rivulets crawled down the walls and pooled at
the round and holed grate at his feet. A camera with a blinking red light
nestled itself in a corner above the room�s only door, a rusted grey thing with
several reinforced bolts and edging. Aside from the metal chair he was sat in,
there were three other pieces of furniture in the room, a brushed metal table
and two more seats occupied by the hulking red creature that lunged at him and
another slender blue oddity. It watched him with a tilted head, black eyes
unblinking as it polished a gleaming surgical tool. As it set the weapon down
on a nearby tray, Sefu wondered if his reaction time
would be quicker than the pair of otherworldly creatures.
�� Not
likely,� Abe said continuing to clean his instruments. �And I would not suggest
that you do because the �big red creature� will certainly twist off your head
if you tried which would have made my efforts futile.�
�� Sefu looked where the blue one motioned and saw the
bandaging around his neck. It wasn�t necessary nor was it expected, but it was
very telling. �You do not mean to kill me,� he thought aloud. �Then you wish me
to talk.�
�� That
was the idea,� Hellboy nodded, �Start with your name.�
�� SefuOnure, cheefetjaseteh ich nexet un sawaatenama�at�
�� Abe
held the earpiece against his head and repeated the translation slowly, �Sword
of Onuris the god of war, enemy to Set, warrior and
protector of Ma�at.� Tamara watched through a monitor
back in the safety of the B.R.P.D. headquarters and fed the words to him. And
although it was hardly private or casual, it was some small measure of comfort
to hear her. Tamara said the same at the start, but their �non-informative�
transmission was promptly cut off before he could reciprocate her
sentiments�most likely Manning�s doing�but a reminder still to focus solely on
the business at hand.
�� Abe
looked up from his notes and watched Hellboy stretch in his seat. His tone
smacked of sarcasm. �Gee, that�s a mouthful, fella.�
�� I
believe SefuOnure would be the name he often goes by,
Red� Abe said flexing his powers. Sefu, even when
unconscious, guarded his inner workings well. It was like there were many
voices, many sentient entities, shouting at once inside the warrior, dynamic
layer upon layer that concealed his mental centre. It made information
extraction slow going, which explained the necessity of the interview.
�� Well,
I�m going to call you Seffy.� Hellboy declared as he
pulled his seat closer. �Seffy, tell us what you know
about the Akeh.�
�� Pushing
his contempt for the name aside, Sefu�s response was
immediate. �It is evil. A harbinger of destruction and
pestilence that must be destroyed at all costs. Now you answer a
question for me,� he paused, turning in his chair to face the red creature
without fear. �Why do you protect it?�
�� I
dunno,� Hellboy shrugged, scratching the tuft of hair
on his chin, �We kinda� like
her.�
�� The
Ba has swallowed �her�
soul long ago, Red One. The person the vessel once was no longer exists. It
would be wise of you to let us destroy it.�
�� You
can�t. It�s a Yashai Ba.�
�� A
smug grin curled the warrior�s mouth, �You have studied this much, Blue One.�
�� Abe
nodded slightly, �But not enough...� he paused. �I�we�still do not know how to stop it.�
�� Remove
the heart and trap the creature,� he replied quickly.
�� Hellboy
reclined in his seat, lighting the cigar between his lips, �I don�t think you
understand us, Seffy,� he said puffing a white cloud
of smoke. �We are trying to save the woman that has this thing in her.�
�� You
should not care about her. A Kem-Ba chooses its
vessel carefully,� he began. �Its power is only limited by the vessel of its
choosing, it can only enhance the powers present and the more willing it is,
the longer it lives. If it chose her, it means she has some darkness in her you
have not seen.�
�� I
think not,� Abe said stiffly. �She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The last vessel was mortally wounded and it entered the next living thing it
could.�
�� Sefu shook his head, �It would never be so foolish.
Selection of a vessel is very
important. There was a time when only the dark priests would have the honour.
In them they lived thousands of years but only because they were so willing to
serve. Their time would be less than halved in an unwilling host.�
�� Which
is why Nek�kem is trying to jump ship now,� Hellboy
thought aloud.
�� Sefu turned with surprise, �She is still only kemmeska?� The red creature seemed confused, his thick
black brows furrowed, so the warrior explained more, �She is still a �black
skin.� She still bares the mark?�
�� Abe
nodded in response, his mind thinking of the mark that crossed her hand at the
journey�s start. The small wisp of black that thickened and
spread like a weed up her arm, curling around her breast and licking at the
curve of her jaw. Abe�s hand twitched remembering what it was like to
touch them and he was forced to clear his throat. �She still has them.�
�� Sefu eased back into his seat and thought a moment,
intrigued with his response. �She has fought the chentes, the temptation, of this
creature this long?�
�� With
a few minor incidents,� Hellboy said looking at Abe who furtively looked
elsewhere. He could hear Tamara laughing quietly in his earpiece. �So this is a
good thing, Seffy? That she still has these marks?�
�� It
is,� he nodded. �It means she has yet to fully submit to the creature and her
soul may yet still enter the bright afterlife when we destroy her.�
�� Abe
whipped his head back to the warrior, glaring. �We�ve just told you she is not
willing. She will continue to fight it.�
�� But
she will not win,� Sefu said firmly. �It will find a
way in and overtake her or summon for help. Which is why it is important that
we strike now, before the Ba can come into its full
potential.�
�� You
have no proof that she will not!� Abe shouted. Hellboy�surprised he even had to�reached
back to calm his friend and keep him from coming across the table at the Egyptian.
�I have read some of your thoughts, Priest. I know this is the first time you
have heard of someone refusing the Ba they play host
to. She has defied your reasoning already, she will do it again.�
�� Yes,
she is the first, but she has already killed one,� Sefu
said quietly. He thought of Djer, his son, and balled
his hands into fists. �She will repay with her life. I have already sworn this
on khet nebet nefert webet nekht
netjer, Ba*!�
�� Hellboy
looked to Abe but the man simply shrugged. He waited for a translation for the
shouted words but there was still silence. Dangerous silence.
And then an angry growl.
�� He...
attacked... me,� she snarled.
�� Across
state lines in New Jersey,
Tamara mirrored the Priest�s action, her hands balling and releasing slowly.
The mark on her arm rippled, the creature inside her answering the his ages-old challenge. The memory tapped right into her
emotions and once again she could feel the rage that drove her to put her fist
through the boy�s chest. She struggled to contain the sudden impulse, but her
body burst from sitting regardless, her hands fisting the metal console beneath
her.
�� Abe
held his earpiece and stood abruptly, moving to the door. He could hear
yelling, angry shouting from other agents, before static buzzed in his ear.
Hellboy stood as well, following his friend to the corner.
�� What
happened?�
�� Abe
pulled the device away from his ear port and shook his head, �Tamara. She cut
out. I think the conversation triggered something,�
�� Most
likely...� Sefu stood behind them, his arms folded.
�Even with your might,� he said nodding at Hellboy and then Abe, �and your
wisdom, you cannot control her. Release me and I will see that her passing is a
quick and painless one.�
�� You
did that on purpose!�
�� Abe
took a sudden step toward the warrior, his head lowered and eyes narrowed into
slender black slits. His attentions�his anger�was so focused on the warrior he
did not even feel Hellboy touch his shoulder.
�� Hey,
Blue,�Buddy, why don�t you see what happened back at
base and I�ll finish up here?� The demon waited for an affirmative response but
Abe continued to stare at the man, every muscle in his wiry frame taught. �Hey,
Abe,� Hellboy tried again, snapping his fingers in front of his face. The man
turned with surprise and Hellboy stepped between him and their prisoner. �It
got this. Go see about Tammy?�
�� Abe
nodded and knocked on the door. The agents let him pass and Hellboy turned on
his heavy black boots to face SefuOnure. He took a
deep breath that swelled his huge chest. �You really pissed him off, Seffy.�
�� That
was not my intent. I simply speak of things the way they are�and the way they
shall come to pass.�
�� I
don�t see how as you�re in here and she, and the rest of your homeboy�s are out
there. You do know when the B.P.R.D. picks you up there is no �one phone call�
right?�
�� My
brothers already know what needs to be done,� Sefu
turned from the bars of the window to face the demon. He was a foot shorter
than the Hellboy, but just as imposing with his legs apart and head high. �I
may not see her dead, but there are others who will,� he said. �We are many and
we will not stop until the last of them are driven back to the underworld and
made to lie at the foot of Set.�
�� Yeah� ok, fella. Time to get
settled in...�
�� Hellboy
rapped on the door and called the other agents to tie up Sefu
for transport. They moved inside and began strapping the man down in something
that looked like straight jacket but with less white canvas cloth. It forced
his arms across his waist with broad leather straps and clasped in the back.
The small contingent of agents were pushing the man
though the door when Hellboy turned, a stone finger raised in questioning.
�� If
you are right and it chose its vessel wisely then why Tamara?� he asked. �The
others seem to be alpha types. Power hungry, driven, greedy.
She�s a museum curator who made just above minimum wage.�
�� Sefu thought a moment and then spoke, �If the Blue One was
right then perhaps she was just another casualty, unfortunate enough to be in
its path.�
�� Path to what?� The warrior said nothing and the demon
folded his massive arms. �I said path to what?�
Hellboy could see it in Sefu�s expression, in his
knowing smile, that he had an idea�and now enjoyed
some amusement at his expense. �Take him down to the pit,� he growled to the
agents. �Maybe after he spends a little time in lock up, he�ll be more willing
to talk.�
�� Don�t
count on it,� Agent Bell muttered. He had been privy to the monitors that
oversaw the conversation and he was confident he knew Sefu�s
type. A cut throat breed, focused and uncaring of the
casualties so long as their directive was completed. Bell thought it was a monumental waste of
time and money to transport the man to more secure facility instead of
destroying him on the spot, but he followed orders nonetheless.
�� Downstairs
in the pit, two buses rumbled with their heavy engines. One was already filled
with �regular� prisoners the other, with the windows blacked out and reinforced
panels, was meant for the Ahemait warrior. Bell brought him to the
doors where Agent Lime waited with two other bulky middle-aged agents.
�� We
got him,� Lime said helping the prisoner inside.
�� Bell reached his unmarked
Crown Vic as the red and blue police lights on the lead car began to turn. The
siren chirped twice and every agent knew that meant they were cleared to move.
A pair of police cars started out of the gates of the facility, followed by the
first bus and the second. Bell
and another agent pulled up the rear of the caravan that twisted down the
mountainous pass. They where ten miles in to their trip when the radio at Bell�s hip crackled with
panicked shouts.
�� He
fumbled blindly for the radio as he searched the area. He looked out his window
and saw nothing at first except the break lights of the bus in front of him.
Then he saw the first bus peel off the pass, breaking the guardrail as it
tipped on its side and off the mountain. It landed on the steep incline with an
awful crash and then began to roll. Bodies flew out the shattered windows like
rag dolls, flailing pathetically in the night air.
�� Bell reached for his gun
and opened the car door only to fly back inside as it was kicked shut. The
motion was so hard it pinched the car around the point of impact and forced the
agent up against the front passenger�s side glass. His cheek rubbed raw against
the glass as he struggled to turn his head�to see the slim and attractive
beauty stride on high heels to the bus in front of him and punch through with
her dainty fist.

�� Inside
the bus, from his seat behind the chain link cage, Sefu
watched the red polished fingernails grip the edges of the hole, stretching it
wide in a single move. Steel panels of the bus side peeled back like the skin
of a banana in strips, scraped away from the sturdy frame of the vehicle like
nothing.
�� A
head poked through and the agents inside took their shots aiming for the crown.
Blood splashed against the side and floor and Agent Lime started forward, his
gun still up, to confirm their kill. He was the first one ripped out of the bus
though the hole. Sefu could hear the man�s pained
screams wane as he sailed across the expanse but considered him to be the lucky
one. The other two agents�his so-called protectors and guards�were torn apart.
Hands punched through the walls and from the ceiling, swiping and tearing
chunks of flesh until they fell to their knees dead.
�� When
the last agent slumped against the wall, pouring blood onto the floor from the
gash in his neck, Sekmet entered the bus. Sefu watched as she walked to the man and hoisted him up
into the air. She tore away his vest and lapped at the wound that bled so
profusely�drinking her fill in heavy and audible gulps, the effects of which
were immediate. Her body thickened under the sudden rush of the coppery tasting
fluid, skin pushing out through the holes the agent�s bullets made, making the
garish black marks on the side of her head disappear into smooth porcelain
skin.
�� She
discarded the body with a flick of her wrist, tossing him into a crumpled heap
in the bus� front as she wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her
hand. Sefu sat all too calmly as she strode down the
walk toward him, slowly slinging her shapely hips. At the chain link fence that
separated Sefu from his captors, she paused only a
second, smiling as she fisted its centre, �crumpling the gate in her hand like a sheet of
paper and tossing it away just as easy, effectively dispatching of the last
barrier that stood between the two.
�� Sekmet stood over him now, her black eyes flicking coolly
over his stoic features. �It has been sometime SefuOnure,�
she said, caressing the sides of his face with a soft hand. He moved away with
a hiss and Sekmet laughed. She lay
her arms over the ends of his chair, her face so very close to his. Sefu could smell the fetid stench of flesh on her grinning
lips. �You tell me what I want to know and I might spare your life,� she said standing
over his lap. Her legs arched over his thick thighs as she swayed back and
forth giddily. �What do they want with my brother?�
�� I
do not talk to the minions of Set.�
�� You
will talk to me,� she said sharply. She grabbed his chin, twisting his head
away, exposing his neck. �...Or I will bleed you, Priest.�
�� Sefu turned his head in a flash, knocking her skull with
his. It was a hard blow but it took more than that to harm a Baw who had just
eaten. However, it was just enough to get it angry.
�� She
rose up and touched where he had struck her, blinking. Her eyes slid to him
again and the warrior drew in a deep breath. �You. Will. Talk!�
�� Sekmet�s arm shot out like a dart, fisting him by the
centre of his chest. It flexed and the seat Sefu sat
on came unbolted from the floor of the bus. He screwed his eyes shut as she
pitched him and the metal chair through the bus� side. Warrior and chair hit
the asphalt rolling. As they rotated, the chair broke apart, shattering in long
pieces until the Priest came to rest on his stomach. His arms were semi free
now. The cloth and leather restraints still mummified them and they in turn
were still linked to the heavy bars that once sat at the base of the chair, but
they swung freely and separately, dragging like two extra long cuffs as Sefu pulled himself up from the
floor and stood to meet Sekmet.
�� She
moved closer and he swung his arm, using the metal bar and restraint like a
mace to burst her cheek open. Sekmet�s head only
snapped to the left, in the direction the blow guided it. The wound across her
face healed almost immediately�black blood seeping back into her pallid
skin�certainly quicker than it would have on him.
�� You
cannot kill me, Priest,� she said cracking her bony knuckles. �How many of you
must die before you see the truth in that? Or do you have another young son you
are eager to feed us?� Sefu froze with anger and Sekmet laughed. �Touched a nerve I see,� she smiled. �Do
not worry, Priest. You will be reunited with him soon enough!�
�� Sekmet lunged into the air and Sefu
whipped his arms around in a fury, making a blinding black fan of flying
restraints and metal. He stepped aside and smacked at her leg with the right
restraint, wrapping the strap around it and ripping her out of her mid-air
attack. She fell on her stomach and he swung with the left, beating her with
metal rod across the back of the head.
�� Sekmet pulled her tethered leg up and propelled the Priest
toward her. She turned on her back in time to kick him in the stomach, driving
her heel into his belly. She twisted her foot and Sefu
growled, feeling his insides twist as well. She pulled on the strap that was
attached to her leg and used his weight to hoist herself
up from the ground and simultaneously forcing him down toward it.
�� One
knee touched the ground and then another. Sefu,
drooling blood, lungs rattling oddly for air, lifted his head. Sekmet stood over him, her long shapely leg digging into
his stomach while her hands undid the restraints. When she was free, she
pressed harder, ripping his belly wider, touching the jigsaw like bones of his
spine with the sharp patent leather heel.
�� Sefu was spitting up blood now, his eyes rolling wildly in
his head. He raised his trembling hands to halt her leg but she only twisted
harder, using her supernatural strength to lay more than her bodyweight into
him. It felt like the weight of the world and its sky laid
upon him. With trembling, his hands held her claves, pulling her closer into
him. The hole in his belly was the size of her foot now and if she removed it,
he would certainly bleed out and die. Which was exactly what
she was counting on.
�� Sekmet leaned on her leg, bending it to cross her fore arms
over the knee and stare down at the man. �Tell me what they want with him.�
�� Red
blood bubbled past Sefu�s lips and spattered her leg
as he rasped his answer: �No.�
�� Then
you are no use to me,� she snarled.
�� Sekmet began to lift her leg and Sefu
rolled with the woman, holding her foot inside him. He wretched up a bar and
drove it through her knee, amputating her leg at he joint before rolling away
from her. Sekmet screamed as black blood gushed from
the torn nub, the woman trapped inside her screamed as well and the sounds
melded together in one disharmonious and frightful screech. It sounded like the
wail of an infant, high and shrill, and it only climbed when Sefu threw his arm again. The jagged bar pierced her arm,
then her chest, then her hand, and finally her neck. Sefu
riddled her body with sizable holes until the scream of the woman slowly faded
and only the wail of the creature remained. The vessel was bleeding out, dying,
and only the Ba remained.
�� He
limped toward her, the detached leg still in his hand, clutched against his
stomach. She turned her head with shaking and smiled evilly.� �I will rise from this and find you,� she
wheezed. �Only the gods give life and death to our kind. You cannot kill me,
Priest. �
�� But
I can come very close, Beast.�
�� Sefu turned his head to the woods and made a sound like a
falcon, a signal. The signal.
�� Sekmet�s eyes widened as the forest parted and one by one, the
rest of the Ahemait joined their leader, emerging
from the darkness of the vegetation. They came to stand round the female�s
still body in a circle, weapons out and ready in their hands. They waited for
the Ba to make an ill move, to give them a reason to
strike, but none more so than Niuserre. He held his
blades so tightly his fists shook with the tension. He watched her chest rise
and fall with each shallow breath and only waited for
a reason to drive his blades through it.
�� The
warrior only broke his intense gaze when Sefu ambled
to his side. Niuserre stood down immediately, bowing
his head as Sefu reached for him. The Priest took the
chain of gold and onyx from around his subordinate�s throat. Along with his
weapons and uniform, Sefu�s chain was confiscated by
the government agents when he lay unconscious. Staring at the image of Horus,
wings outstretched, rings of Shen clutched in his
merciful claws, he wondered if they knew its power and if they would put it to
good use, as he was about to.
�� He
dangled the thing out in front of him and creature howled, her terrified eyes
said she knew what was destined next. She flailed with her good arm to sit up,
to move away but there was no escaping. Sefu snapped
his fingers and the men who still wore the charm of protection fell at her
side. They pulled her up from the ground and stretched her arms out wide,
reading her to accept her punishment, forcing her to be still. Ra�neb fisted his hand in her hair and made her look up at Sefu, exposing her neck.
�� Be
bound to Ammet.� Sefu said
calmly over her screams, �Suffer eternal restlessness in the underworld of your
creation.�
�� He
clasped the chain on her and instantly she silenced, her throat and the vocal
chords within immediately hardening, turning to onyx. The slippery black colour
bled down her breasts, stopping her heart, her lungs, the minute motions of her
stomach and intestines as all turned into the precious stone. The men let her
go as it neared their hands and even then, she tried to move, her legs
twitching pathetically to scoot herself along until the colour coated them as
well. On her knees, her arms stretched out to her side and head turned heaven
ward, Sekmet became a black statue. With her mouth
still open, screaming into eternity, anyone who looked in her beautiful and
agonised face would be inspired to feel pity�except the men who surrounded her.
�� Sefu pulled her stone of leg from his belly with a wet gush
and a pained grunt. It dropped from his suddenly limp hand, chipping its jagged
edge and Niuserre immediately rushed to his side to
hold him up. Sefu sagged in the warrior�s arms a
moment and then blinkingly turned his head to Ra�neb,
who took a great breath and instinctively raised the golden sledgehammer in his
thick arms. At times of battle it seemed less than useless, but now, as always,
it proved itself absolutely essential.
�� Shatter
it,� the Priest nodded. As the hulking warrior moved into position, Sefu raised his voice to speak to all, �Take a piece and
adorn yourselves with it, Brothers. Then spread it
into the woods, into the valley. Crush it into fine dust and cast it into the
wind. Make sure that no one can assemble it again.� �
�� Ra�neb swung the hammer in his muscled arms and the chest of
the statue exploded like struck glass. Dark shards sprayed everywhere, bouncing
and tinkling on the asphalt. Some Brothers kicked it along into the dirt on the
road�s shoulders. Others took handfuls and tossed it into the breeze while more
scooped it into vials that sat around their neck.
�� Satisfied,
Sefu let Niuserre lead him
away. The younger warrior helped him limp further down the road. Ma�at blessed her warriors, but rejuvenation was slower
than that of the Baw as consuming flesh to replace flesh was something only
evil did. Sefu would heal, he had already begun to,
but since Sekmet nearly bled him dry it would take
some time. But time was not his to have at the moment.
�� Niuserre helped him settle inside the SUV parked down the
road, the centre vehicle in an informal road block they created. As he shut the
door, the cellular D�jer insisted he carry began to
shake his hip. Sefu drank bottle after bottle of
water to replace the fluids he lost and watched the young man pace on the
device. He knew it was not good by his expression and tone when he returned to
the cab.
�� The
Great Hem Netjer?� he asked. Nisuerre
nodded gravely and Sefu took a
another healthy gulp of water. �What are his words?�
�� Niuserre gave him a respectful nod for the words he had to
say would not seem so, �He is pleased with the capture, but he says you have
failed until you have found the woman, sir.�
�� In
time,� he nodded. �She is strong enough to contain the creature until we are
ready.�
�� Niuserre was astounded and confused, �Ready for what, sir?
What could possibly be more important?�
�� I
learned something from my captors,� he said between panted breaths. His body
was beginning to heal and it hurt like hell, organs twisting like so many
slippery snakes back into place, errant pieces of broken bone forcing its way
out of his skin. He winced and struggled to take in air, his hands trembling as
they fisted the seat. �The woman �the vessel�was a museum curator.�
�� So?�
�� Sefu snapped at the warrior to pay attention. �Think, Niuserre! Why should I find that important?�
�� Sefu watched the man lower his head and then it was as if
he saw the light go on above him. Niuserre looked up
with a sudden fear, his mouth parted. �The Asp,� he said thickly, his stomach
bottoming out with the realisation. �It grants immortality to man. T-t-the
vessel would be impervious. We would not be able to stop the creature then.�
�� Exactly,�
Sefu nodded. �We must find that thing before they do
or this will be our last victory.�
�� Niuserre loped to sit in the cab and Sefu
watched the towering forest landscape. In the heat of battle he sensed the Ba was not alone, but now, as he gazed into the blackness
of the swaying trees, he was sure of it. He tapped his hand on the dash with
impatience, growling at Niuserre to hurry.

* �She will repay with her life. I have already sworn this on everything good and pure on which the gods
live, Ba!�

A/N:
I�m thinking four or five more chapters and this�ll
wrap up nicely. SonoftheAtomicBiscuithead
(heh, awsm name): Glad you�re feeling the mythology
aspect. Egyptian mythology is a favourite too! Ancient Greek
mythology as well. In fact, it was really the luck of the draw that this
wound out being about ancient Egyptian evil rather than Medusa and her Gorgon
brethren. I love Gorgons.
Grace
Lee: I�m sorry to hear about your hand! I hope
you�ve gotten a lot of rest and pain meds. You�re review was fine and thank (x
3,000,000) you for it. Feel better!
Pickle_Snatcher: I�m glad you�re feeling
the series now! The movies��I am father now?� aside�are a joy to look at but I
can see why you might not like the comics, they dive more into lore not so much
any kind of relationships between the agents. You might like the �B.P.R.D.�
comic spin off instead tho�; several books focus
solely on Abe, his memories and how he came to be. And then there�s always the
wealth of fiction here and on fanfiction.net.
kayla: I�m glad the re-write is
making a difference! As for Abe and Tamara winding up together, it�s a toss up.
I�m still fighting with what to do with them although I have resolved that
unlike other stories I have done, I will not make several endings. And speaking
of stories with several endings, I haven�t forgotten to work on UoC II. It just refuses to work with me, lol.
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