“No, wai- ” Alyxa shrieked but
the Underworld faded and then she was standing on edge of a lake.
There were people all around her,
people she did not know.
“Dreamer,” a woman in red said, “welcome
back.”
Then Morpheus was there, and almost instantly
his teeth were in her throat and he was drinking, drawing the blood that was his
life-force directly from her jugular.
-Morpheus, enough,- Bast’s voice
snarled a moment later, -she’s weak.-
“Let the Angel do his healin’
thing, she’ll be fine,” a male voice.
Alyxa blinked her eyes, trying to
gain some clarity; there were three men she didn’t know, and apart from the
woman in red there was a younger girl. Morpheus pulled back, licking his lips
to sweep up the last of blood.
“We left Amy there...with him,”
Alyxa murmured.
“You did what?” one of the men
demanded.
The lady in red lit up a
cigarette.
“The pieces are gathered then,”
she said, “and you’ve brought back one of the things we needed.”
-You sent Amy there on purpose,
didn’t you?!- Bast hissed, -you sent her there to sell her!-
“Lucifer would have kept Amy no
matter what, an Unbound Dreamer! Unbound! He would not have let her go,
regardless,” Medea retorted, “but now we have her!”
A scarlet-nailed finger pointed
at Enyo.
-You traded her! Like an object!
My Dreamer!-
“The Rift will open at this rate,
three Deities this side of Reveille. Bast is right, Medea, what are you playing
at?” Morpheus asked, cradling Alyxa to him.
“Lucifer will bridge the Rift anyways,
he wants to battle Baldur and restart everything,” Medea countered, “but with
Kali on our side, the field is even.”
-Except that Kali lives only to
destroy everything.-
“I am standing right here,
children, I can hear you.”
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