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EGEL; Chara

Focus Point

Sophie, Marchioness of Feldenkirchen [20] ~ Forced into a marriage and contract with Jeremias at a much younger age, due to protecting his children and their heirlooms. Cardinal Richard [34] ~ Twenty years ago, he was willing to follow Pope Sigmund XII and form a contract to serve the kirk until all the duties given to him by the pope were finished. Claus [48] ~ Served as Richard personal deacon.

Feldenkirchen Family

Jeremias, Marquess of Feldenkirchen [(42)] ~ Isn’t too fond of any of his relatives while adoring his children, enough to sacrifice anything for their happiness. Elfried, First Daughter of the Marquess of Feldenkirchen [15] ~ Despite Sophie and would form any mischievous plan to get her in trouble, if it meant causing her to leave. Henrike, Second Daughter of the Marquess of Feldenkirchen [14] ~ Mature and more responsible than all her siblings, so she is neutral with Sophie as her stepmother. Ishild, Third Daughter of the Marquess of Feldenkirchen [12] ~ Too free spirit to be aware or care her surrounding. Rosalie, Fourth Daughter of the Marquess of Feldenkirchen [10] ~ Everything Elfried did, she’ll follow. Whoever or whatever her sister dislikes and interests are being copied. Bertilo, Son of the Marquess of Feldenkirchen [6] ~ Knowing Sophie as a toddler, he had no negative opinions. Sir Otto [27] ~ A knight who swore loyalty to Jeremias, assigning specific to Bertilo as his guard since birth. While serving the boy, he fell for Sophie but holding back because his duty.

Neidhardt Family

Norman, Son of the Duke of Neidhardt [16] ~ Since childhood through adulthood, there’s always this tension between his parents that was hard for him to feel any affection. A little troubling that he hated and would try to forget by hanging around the commoners. Gerhardt, Duke of Neidhardt [46] ~ Serve the Empress and had this stern expression towards everyone, especially his son, Norman, when involved with the imperial. Petunia, Duchess of Neidhardt [43] ~ Never hold any special conversation with her son, Norman, because of duty. Her marriage, her title, everything in her family that’s personal got to be upheld a perfect image.

Royal Family

Augusta IV, Empress of Nachtigalsallee [75] ~ During her coronation was the day she lost her husband, a grieving moment she never gone over. Theodor, Imperial Prince of Nachtigalsallee, Grandson of the Empress of Nachtigalsallee [20] ~ When first laying eyes on Sophie during her wedding ceremony was the day he fell for her. Since the death of her husband had him making up his mind, setting a goal to persuade her into a relationship. Elisabeth, Imperial Princess of Nachtigalsallee, Granddaughter of the Empress of Nachtigalsallee [19] ~ Of all grandchildren, she was Augusta favorite, which does feel suffocating.

Treize Realm Royalties or Not

Roland II, King of Tramontane [41] ~ Tried treating his children equally, along with Sophie, and he did well with that because all his children do respect him. Linette, Former Queen of Tramontane [(33)] ~ The dead wife to Roland and mother to Abigael, Jacques, and Denis. Maryse, Queen of Tramontane [44] ~ Became Roland new wife while bringing her daughter Sophie along. Abigael ‘Apple,’ Crown Princess of Tramontane [21] ~ Had a strict morality view of the world as she put a strong foundation __ Sophie older stepsister, who been searching her Jacques ‘Prune,’ First Prince of Tramontane [21] ~ More outgoing and carefreeing than his twin sister, Abigael, __ and Sophie older stepbrother Denis, Second Prince of Tramontane [17] ~ Thais, Former Crown Princess of Tramontane [(21)] ~ The older sister to both Roland and Louis, in tragedy, her life was short-lived. Louis, Duke of Moriceau [34] ~ Everyone, including his older siblings, Roland and Thais, thought he’d become a mage but instead earned a title to help the royals. Hugues, Third Prince of Mercielle, Count of Outhier [22] ~ Holds a romantic affection toward Sophie since childhood but chooses to move on when she goes missing and gets engaged to Abigael. Gratien, Sage of Explosion [453] ~ Everything he does is a sense of pride, __ Richard father who had a sense of pride Ursule, Sage of Vine Roses [198] ~ A big pushover who’ll nod at everything her husband, Gratien, does if it means compensating for her relationship with her son, Richard. Sybille, Royal Mage [41] ~ Used to get along her younger brother, Richard, until founding out he doesn’t have any mæn in his system. Cecile [6] ~ The daughter that Sybille regrets ever giving birth.

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Eindreier Realm Royal Hierarchy

[Emperor/Empress] [Prince/Princess] [Grand Duke/Grand Duchess] [Duke/Duchess] [Marquess/Marchioness] [Count/Countess] [Baron/Baroness] [Knight/Dame]

Eindreier Realm Kirk Hierarchy

[Pope] [Cardinal] [Archbishop] [Bishop] [Priest] [Deacon]

Treize Realm Hierarchy

[King/Queen] [Prince/Princess] [Duke/Duchess] [Marquess/Marchioness] [Count/Countess] [Viscount/Viscountess] [Baron/Baroness] [Baronet/Baronetess] [Knight/Dame] [Gentry]

Treize Realm Mage Tower

Great Sage Sage High Mage Mage Professor Apprentice Intern

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Simple Temple Hierarchy

[Patriarch/Matriarch] [Saint] [Priest/Priestess] [Acolyte] [Initiates] [Retainer]

Magic

Circulus Sigil [Magic Circle] Mæn [Mana] Glyphic Skrol [Magic Scroll]

11 (12) God/Godesses

[Kesara] (Goddess of Beauty, Youth, Love, Retribution, Torment, and Disease) [Alketas] (God of Warfare, Strength, Victorious, Protection, and Provision) [Mischiko] (God of Knowledge, Poets, Trickery, Thieves, and Wind) [] (Goddess of Dance, Chorus, Stories, History, and Remembrance) [] (Goddess of the Hunt, Peace, Fertility, and Wildlife) [Ferrera] (Goddess of Forge, Artisan, Healing, and Reconstruction) [] (God of the Moon, Sorcery, Water, Purity, Sensuality, Divination and Truth) [] (God of the Sun, Lost Souls, Wanderer, Trade, and Communication) [Enrique] (Goddess of Cookery, Home, Family Bonds, and Safety) [Hunapo] (Goddess of Festivity, Freedom, Eternal Night, Discord, and Illusion) [Ekin] (God of Harvest, Cultivate, Resurrection, Marriage, Childbirth, and Sacred Law) [Rhianen] (Goddess of Creation, Restoration, Destruction, Rejuvenation, Rebirth, and Deterioration) [Raivis] (God God of Destruction, Happiness, Forgetfulness, Transitions, Vegetation, and Eternity)

Quintess Realm

Old French German Names

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Bag of Meat

Same hour, same room, as usual through their little arrangement forced upon Lucifer.  If only he wasn’t careless and those angelic ropes hadn’t bound him onto a chair, he would get the upper hand in a fight against Alastor. The thought of it already anger him while trying to set it aside because he needed to see that sinner in a neutral emotion, __ wherever he get it  , none of this will happen __ Lucifer walk through a portal Lucifer: Cover yourself! Don’t you have any shame for walking, walking, like a playboy! Alastor: I love a little game once in a while. [Summoned a deck of cards before shuffling it] Lucifer: That’s not it! [Slapped the card off Alastor’s hands, much to the demon’s displeasure] Just don’t be naked! Alastor: [Frown annoyingly, then scoffed] This is my room, and I do whatever as I please. So stop being overdramatic, sir, we’re both men here. You’re treated as if you enter a lady bathhouse in the middle of the day when the sun stands tall in the sky. Lucifer: What if it’s a woman? Alastor: Please, sir. [Sighed, not wanting to explain any further] There’s no comparison in either body, other than different structure. Demon, human, angel, they all look like a walking bag of meat. That’s what Alastor thought of everyone? A bag of meat? Lucifer shake his head in disbelief at the oblivious words spouting from that mouth, a lack of awareness or desire that demon projecting really set him __ haven’t he heard anyone a need and a desire

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Little Frederick

Music: Record of Lodoss War - Adesso e Fortuna

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Below Link Is The First

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I will write random stuff when I don’t feel inspired at my current writing, so this is how much I wrote. I will add more and might, maybe, publish on AO3 or FanFic.net.

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I think I found my writing style, so I’ll try to stick with it. Continuing on my original work while at the same time, writing fanfics.

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Old ideas and such. I’m changing it a bit because I’m going big, really big on the plot. There’ll be shipping from here and there, some background couples. It supposed to be a quick relationship between Lucifer and Alastor then done.

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It’s cute and also deadly.

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Intriguing thoughts on Alastor, Hazbin Hotel [S1E8]

After finishing the final episode and seeing Alastor beaten by Adam, leaving him defeated, he retreats to his run-down radio station after the fight has ended. Everyone sang their victorious fight and grieved their lost one, then led to Alastor's part. The most interesting thing I heard was what he sang. Him, fighting till the end until his last breath, isn't possible. There's a goal Alastor is reaching, and that is freedom.

In one of the previous episodes, Episode 5, Husk mentioned Alastor, too, was also on a leash. So, an assumption, he's trying to find ways to break whoever put that leash on him. If Alastor ever breaks free, in his continuation song, he will attempt to control whoever that person did it. Revenge, some sort, I felt. Or, showing his dominance.

Or, or, taking over both heaven and hell for entertainment as it burn into nothing.

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Empyropia Characters & Nooma

Vital (Maybe...) Jamareo (Red Deer) Bo Min (Scottish Wildcat) Levente ‘Levi’ Tiberius Ashkenazic (Red Fox) Shakir Kiburi (Barbary Lion) Krisztian ‘Finn’ Gattini (Fennec Fox | Black-Footed Cat) Lucilia (Megabat) Bettina Slate (Cyprus Mouflon)

Jamareo & Bo Elab Eireann Niamh Crassus (King Cobra) Simon (Lanternfish) Hamadi Conchobair (West African Wild Dog) Charlotte Concho-Guillaume (Red Deer) Mai Li (Scottish Wildcat) Maribel (Luna Moth) Vittoria Harrisson (Crab Spider) Marianne Milliner (African Giant Swallowtail) Vladislav III (Desmodus Draculae) Dubh Nathair Somhairle (Western Hognose Snake) Imogene Annesleigh (King Cobra)

Levi Elab Carissa ‘Cara’ Lolanthe Kjellberg (Black-Tailed Jackrabbit) Zariah Edna Ashkenazic (Red Fox) Ariel Ashkenazic (Red Fox) Vasilisa Levitsky (Siberian Tiger) Baskoro Ndari (Timber Wolf) Adrian Bychkov (Cape Buffalo) Stefni (Arctic Fox) Jonah (Black-Tailed Jackrabbit)

Shakir Elab Hatshepsut (Transvaal Lion) Thamani (Transvaal Lion) Hamu (Transvaal Lion) Faraji (Transvaal Lion) Emery (Barbary Lion) Shishin (Spotted Hyena) Morris Lennard (Asiatic Lion)

Krisztian Elab Gabriella Bengala (Grant's Gazelle) Abigail Gattini (Black-Footed Cat) Valerian ‘Rigsaw’ Gattini (Black-Footed Cat) Wilhelm Ballard (Northeast African Cheetah) Dr. Diane Bloo Mansfield (Honey Badger) Maurice (Emperor Penguin)

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Modish Living 

“Am I still forbid from going anywhere?”

Frederick was upset while holding back his anger since that question didn’t resonate with Junta and continued ignoring him. Stuck in this tiny cottage for the past few days is killing Frederick for nothing to do. Unable to give in, he kept persuading Junta throughout. One room, then to the next one as they went.

Benvolio and Chael, a raven, were also present, sitting and waiting patiently while witnessing the entered-the-room situation. They glanced at each other and wondered how long it would take.

“It’s understandable why you refuse me after interrupting your guests in an important meeting. That doesn’t mean I had to stay and trap here like a prisoner. You and everyone are overdoing it too much on me.”

Junta heard his main issues, stopped, and said, “Listen closely, Frederick. Forget about the meeting because it isn’t yours to worry, since it’s mine to deal with. It’s hard to explain the situation as time being.” That, however, didn’t ease Frederick’s anxiety with his boredom, which kept rising. Junta then added, “After I’m done with this…damn, idiotic mess. You could do whatever you like. For now, be patient.”

“Hmm…” Frederick glanced outside through a window, bright and sunny. “Would be nice to have a picnic or maybe start a garden.”

“I didn’t mean staying inside forever during the process,” Junta sighed frustratedly, shaking his head. There’s some doubt in Frederick at believing his words and scuffed at it, loud enough for him to have heard. It annoyed Junta, but he contained himself and continued, “Just around the cottage. Hope that isn’t too difficult to follow, Frederick.”

“No, but — “

“Good, then no complaining.”

Without letting Frederick finish as Junta scowled away but soon being followed again, which irritated him when footsteps were heard from behind. They were insync with his, and surely enough, he began walking faster into the kitchen, part of the living room, where he was greeted by Benvolio and Chael. The crunchiness Junta picking up from these two had him knowing they were eating, maybe crackers or cookies. Frederick later appeared from behind as Junta swiftly stepped further from him and headed toward a seat beside Benvolio.

Benvolio expected letting Junta handle it would go smoothly like usual because they’re close, but she saw Frederick wasn’t willing. Their businesses supposedly checked and relayed a few updates on their circumstances.

Frederick stood there, fidgeting before adjusting himself when Benvolio said, “Going outside would be nice for a change of pace. We don’t want to relocate you, Milord, because it isn’t an easy arrangement. Junta and I are busy taking care, you know what. Unless we could have the other vassals, but they’re not fit.”

“Maybe, okay, you’re right,” Frederick reluctantly agreed while feeling down.

A satisfying receiving answer caused Benvolio to glance at Junta, who was now stroking the bird gently while also listening to their conversation. Junta noted that things had settled, so he tapped on the table and got Benvolio’s attention. He signaled his comrade to move closer as she scooted over for him to whisper a few words. Low enough that Frederick and Chael couldn’t eavesdrop.

Didn’t last long when Benvolio grimaced and tilted her head backward, resisting but having no option to hear more. Every nod she gives on understanding whatever coming, essential or not.

Due the disheartening result that Frederick received made him uninterested in their whispering, whether taking a short walk since he was permitted to go outside. Before stepping out, there’s something caught his eye beneath the trees. Frederick peeked back inside cautiously, then quietly closed the door, afraid, letting his vassals know.

Frederick went step by step, nearer as he saw it clearly to be an unconscious person. Peer at the face then immediately Frederick recognized this person, the butler of an old friend, but soon noticed his arms wrapped around something that happened to be a little girl. They were wet and shivering, so Frederick wondered how he would bring them in without alarming anyone. A plan began forming and thought landed on a window leading to the second-floor bedroom. That’s what Frederick aims excitedly, within himself, when tiny lights shine throughout his surroundings.

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Four Children of King Solomon

King Solomon had many wives and mistresses; through some, he had many children. Four of his beloved children didn’t come from either of these ladies but through death and magic. Daughters he had; Sonadia, Glinda, Kalinya, and the mischievous of them all, Gayelette. They’re known as the Four Great Witches. None ever met them. If one did, only words passed through mouths and their establishment’s titles.

Years and after King Solomon’s imprisonment in a domain called Babilim, under god’s punishment, unless seventy-two pillars awakened and set him free.

The absences of his legacy left the daughters overseeing it. Most importantly before their creation, were the demon contracts King Solomon form, splitting the responsibility in a cardinal direction.

Gayelette takes the north that rules over by Ziminir.

Glinda had the south where Gaap resided.

Kalinya went for the east that Amaymon was occupied.

Sonadia got Corson, who’s from the west.

These were the names of the four principal kings who had power over the other demons King Solomon had contracted. Through centuries and without a simple way to free their father, the daughters kept his legacy strong, building around it as each represented themselves uniquely.

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A Dinner Reunion II

“Delicious, I do say so myself.”

Azran sucks a few tips off his fingers, as if he’s enjoying every piece left in his mouth. However, Rhian cuddles herself while goosebumps cover her whole body, unable to forget the aftertaste unless something replaces it.

“Cheer up, my dear. What if I make it up for you? Because I’m now craving for some chocolate.” Azran’s suggestion sounds great, but Rhian feels like she’s not trusting this ‘treat’ of his. “Oh, please. Don’t make that face. I’m done fooling with you today.”

A young man who wore a mask that expressed an unpleasant grin came from behind, moving a seat beside them. Which surprises Azran when this gentleman comes out of nowhere. Without ignoring this man’s existence, Azran’s eyes met directly with his, and he noticed a tall woman behind that man.

“It’s rare to see you here, Eric. And your daughter?” Azran smiled, now concentrating on the woman.

“Always the same, no emotion, empty.”

“This meeting isn’t a coincidence. What brings you to me?”

“There’s someone I’m seeking, and it isn’t just one. More than a group, or hundreds, I believe. I saw in my own eyes that they opened the gate by sacrificing a couple of people, including children. Maybe, someday, they’ll roam freely through those gates.”

“That, you need my help.”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see…” Azran nodded, understanding what he was aiming for. “You’re not worried about those men or who can access any of those realms. Your interest is what is in their possession. Am I right, Eric?”

Eric chuckled, then said, “You’re never wrong. Still the same as ever. I want you to keep me in touch if you come across them. That’s all I need.”

“What if I don’t?” Azran smirks, waiting to see how he’ll take it. The mask Eric wore made it less impressive, but Azran enjoyed the silence. No replying, so he continued, “You once were my apprentice, and still are. Unfortunately, Eric, I’m sitting out on this one. Don’t get me wrong. I’m desperately worried about the gate, but… I’m getting old.”

Getting old or not, there is not an ounce of wrinkles on Azran’s face. The main issue here is that Eric was his apprentice. The same goes with his other apprentices out there. Chances are, they’ll meet and have little quarrels when one has their own aim to accomplish. Azran hates putting down his foot between them. He can gain nothing in these situations by dilly dally offering a hand.

Creepily crawling over, Azran’s hands were red liquid as he saw them, getting into his sleeve but were destroyed by slamming his hand on it. The table wiggled while all eyes were on them. A deep growl came from Azran’s throat, then settled, widening his lips.

“Sorry to disrupt your meals, ladies and gentlemen,” Azran apologized, standing then bowing. “Please, continue.” He went back to sitting on his chair, then glared at his apprentice. “You know you won’t win if you try anything on me.”

Eric chuckled unpleasantly. “I’m only playing with you. Don’t be too exaggerated, master.”

“Playing, you say.”

There’s an urge in Azran wanting to smash this man’s skull, but resist, causing any ruckus it needs to be. He kept quiet, then glanced at the daughter, who also seemed on edge as if keeping herself from doing exactly as he had in mind. Then he saw Eric’s hand, holding one of hers and slowly easing her temper.

“Guess it’s time,” Azran smiled, then stood up. “Neither of us is ready to hold a fight. Better for us to depart before things get worse, Eric.”

Azran left without giving them a second glance, then exited the restaurant. Disappearing then appeared in his library, sighing but not expecting to meet Eric. Rhian, who’s absent through the entire conversation, suddenly pops at his face, floating upside down, which gives him a fright as he clutches his chest and deep breathing.

“Who’s that? I don’t remember seeing him before.”

“Eric Gilbert Jacques Corniea,” Azran said, calming himself before continuing, “The seven-year-old king.”

“Oh… Him…” Amor nodded in a mumble, adding some displeasure. “He doesn’t seem to be the Eric I know. The Eric we saw way back then had a flock of red hair with a strong heart. And… It’s completely gone.”

She’s right, but there’s nothing Azran can do about him. That boy, he watches him grow into a fine King, leading a well-trained army through a battlefield but abandoning that life to be a scientist. An insane one, which Azran would add to that. Eric’s method is unpredictable, and hard to judge if he’s an ally or not.

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A Dinner Reunion I

Azran opens and looks through every book in this never-ending library, waiting as if an event will occur. Books move from place to place, and tiny sprites organize them while keeping track of which sections are which. A few sprites carry a cup of tea to Azran. It floats beside him in minutes before he grabs it. On his other hand was a book, interesting that he became too absorbed in it, taking a sip from the cup then scowling at the unpleasant taste. The drink was sour for his liking.

“Yum, so refreshing. I love the taste, the sourness in it.”

A feminine voice, known as Rhian, popped out of nowhere, made Azran smile, and then he replied, “Everything you taste is tasty to you. No matter if it’s disgusting or not, you’ll consume it.”

No comment returned, but a giggle.

Azran nonchalantly slams the book close and brings it to a dark yellow soma armchair, where he sits and continues reading. The books he’s holding aren’t any average literal, but spells. The same goes for every single book here. To his interest, this one was old and was written long ago. The writing was childish, with terrible scribbles.

Behind him, leaning on the furniture, was a see-through figure. It’s the figure Azran had a few conversations with a second ago from the look of it. He reaches for Rhian’s hand and kisses it.

“How adorable these writings I’m seeing,” Rhian said, taking the book while flipping through it. “Are these… Oh, darling, it’s yours when you’re a child. The first book you wrote.”

“Of course, my dear. They may be old, but these spells are valuable. Now.” Azran stood up and turned while grabbing the book from her. “Let us have some lunch. I’m a bit…peckish.”

Rhian smiled and said, “That sounds lovely.”

Azran settles the book on the furniture, where the sprites pick it up to put it away. Without taking Rhian’s hand, she vanished and went into Azran’s center chest. A part of him, a part of her. They walk in front of the bookcase until a white light appears, showing the size and shape of a door where they enter.

Light passes through Azran, transporting him inside a bar at a location that welcomes any living beings. Also, it belongs to an acquaintance of his. He enjoys the meal they serve, and their cooking beats any top restaurant he has visited before. Just the scent carried from the kitchen already made him drool, and Rhian, too, agreed with him on these delicious ferments catching her.

Petite Bar; even though it’s small, there’s enough space for Azran to find a seat to sit. Tables aren’t available, but he doesn’t mind sharing. One table he chose and everyone on it didn’t bother him, minding their own business because it’s all about respecting the spaces.

Azran sits comfortably then mumble, “ꓵuԍw,” summoning a screen of various drinks he can order. However, that’s not the section he’s interested in but food. “Dooɻ,” he commanded again, this time, showing what he wanted.

“Woah, everything looks so good. I want that one, that one, that one, also that one,” Rhian appeared, pointing to nearly all the foods on the menu.

Azran chuckled, then said, “Careful, my dear, don’t want to ruin my health. Do you?”

“I’ll try not to… But no matter your appearance, I still love you.”

“How sweet of you…” An image then caught Azran’s eyes with a teasing smile. “Look, my dear, this Piyaz seems tasty.”

Rhian stares closely at what Azran is pointing and the dish he speaks, which she covers her mouth in horror. It’s nothing but beans. Less meat too. The teasing doesn’t sound serious, however, knowing Azran’s personality means he’ll definitely order such a meal. He signals the server to get his order within a second while Rhian panics. This is not what she had in mind going out for lunch.

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Cowered Mishap

Throughout the Nation of Empyropia, people’s disappearance kept rising from young to old, which was unfortunate for a nearly ten-year-old Cara. Her family or close neighbors never considered themselves targets, for they lived outside, and the situation was set only within the city. Oblivious to what to become of herself, Cara awoke and sat in complete darkness as an awful stench came flooding. She instantly covered her nose and groined in disgust, then stayed silent when a slight moaning pain could be heard nearby.

Unable to see, like a void of emptiness. Cara cowered and tried not to make any sound but couldn’t help shaking, then accidentally slipped and loudly cried. Nothing. No one or anything seemed to care, which baffled Cara while bringing some relief.

Others who made those noises are in a similar situation as her but with severe wounds. Some wandered home or went on a special occasion, then forcefully taken, but not without a fight.

The mysterious abductors soon made their presence known, opening a door and partially brightening the room. It gives a good acre of what size the room holds, humongous. Scattered around were people individually in their own cages, organized in rows. Two figures, two men, one red-headed and the other grey, made their way and stopped in front of Cara’s cage. A better view of her state, in casual clothes and an electric collar with labels of her information.

The red-headed man opened his palm as a hologram demographic chart appeared, then whispered among each other. “You’re sure this is the right child?”

“That woman had dozens of offspring. They’re dogs, rabbits, birds, any weird children she gives birth to, whoever she slept. This girl could be either of what our clients been asking.”

The man checking the chart said, “She better.” Before forcing into the cage and looming over Cara as it frightened the girl, pulling her out.

Cara struggled and tried fighting to be free, almost slipping from the man’s grasp but flipped into a different grip. It annoyed him, and the grey man strategically came beside the girl. The eye’s pupils changed from circular to slit then black scales ran over the neck, entirely transforming the head into a snake. His mouth snapped at Cara with two fang baring.

“Behave, or you’ll be my lunch. Kiddo,” the grey man threatened while hissing, enough for Cara to hold her breath and listen as instructed.

Throughout the hall was a whole facility providing scientists and chefs, with ten overseeing it, including these two men. It doesn’t sound that much, however, they’re capable of rolling in various human specimens. Each was brought into a room to inspect and then to the kitchen. A floor below connected to a dining room with two stairs as the exit and entrance, seemingly the tables and chairs arranged for entertainment with the center as the primary focus.

Cara was forced into one of those rooms and settled onto a long table where multiple straps wrapped every limb to secure her, unable to twist around with only her eyes glancing side-to-side. The difficulty of seeing had Cara agitated while more people were present. Conversation began among themselves as the table rose when a tiny, sharp, eminent object pierced Cara’s arm, much less a struggle. Slowly, she felt a part of herself being drained.

“She’s a hare, not a bird like the golden eagle. As we hope. But, there’s a bit of dhole in her genes. About three percent.” In a feminine tone, one speaks while a running machine can be heard in the background.

Another voice in amazement, able to feel a smile behind it. “A wild dog? Both sound tasty, but it isn’t what our client requested.”

“Just manipulate the recessive gene. Search the one with the golden eagle, even if it’s a small percentage. Like this little girl.”

Loud keyboard typing brought Cara’s attention as the needle moved away, relieving her until another switched for its place instead of draining but injecting. Grey fur grew from her injected arm and spread every inch of her body as it changed into a reddish-orange. The herbivore within Cara set deeply aside while carnivore teeth were itching to break loose, a painful process she tried enduring that almost caused her to lose consciousness. After it ended with her vision being foggy and out of breath.

They hurdled around her with glee when the red-headed man pulled out a sharp scalpel, slicing a tiny piece of Cara’s stomach like butter before consuming it in satisfaction. The taste and texture, comparing all the meat they captured and the quality, was delicious no matter how he went through them. After creating that wound, it immediately stitched itself within second as if nothing happened. This quick healing factor made these people more desire to keep Cara alive and find a suitable client whose minimal interests within her area. A significant deal.

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It came true.

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