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a new scene(s) where the band throws a farewell party for Jazzy
brief introduction to a new character and British band—the hotshot winners of Season 3 of BOTB, Velvet Novocaine
introduction to the final sub romance^ Luca/Lilith Alvarez. The lead singer of VN
Chapter 1's changes weren't too intense, mostly because the chapter is short + most of the changes in this chapter are an extension of the changes in the prologue. The new scene is quite lengthy though, so I hope that's enjoyable ! :) See you then.
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William freezes when he feels something collide with the back of his head. He could tell there had been force behind it, the intent to cause as much harm as possible. And if he was still human, it would’ve sent him crumbling to the ground.
But he’s not. Had even survived purgatory. Meaning the pain he feels is only a dull throb. He would’ve given his son credit to not give him a true gauge to register pain in his new body, but they all know that would be a lie.
“Son of a bitch,” a semi-familiar voice growls, earning William’s attention as he turns to see his attacker.
Ah. He remembers those grey eyes and brown curls. Not so much the cursing, but he had heard Jeremy Fitzgerald got into a bad accident. Not as drastic as Michael’s, but tragic none the less.
That’s when William notices the shovel being weilded. “Did you just try to bash my head in?”
“It would’ve been your consolation prize for being the shittiest dad to ever fucking exist,” Jeremy says. “But nooo, you had to prove you went to fucking hell. You owe me the hundred I owe Mike.”
William turns to his son. “This was the companion you chose?”
“Don’t blame me,” Michael shrugs. “Uncle Scott adopted him first.”