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My chin rested against my chest as I blew out another breath. “Fucking obsessive ass Hunter,” I grumbled as I made myself get up and follow him.
A sensation of being pulled down made it difficult to move. My limbs were becoming sluggish and I sensed that if I didn’t get Dante to listen to me, I wouldn’t be much use to him if this kept up.
Changing tactics, I decided to indulge the Hunter. Not that I could really keep up with him, anyway. He blurred across the new landscape, giving me a chance to inspect the grounds as I followed his trail.
Soot covered the ground just like the tunnels, but small sprouts of black stems sprung up all around us. The field seemed to grow the closer we ventured toward the mist of spirits.
Pocket Realms usually had an ecosystem, but I couldn’t find anything that suggested life might exist here. The black stems crunched under my boots that Dante had summoned for me.
Because yeah, we’d arrived in this realm naked and my magic wasn’t working.
Dante’s was, though. I was glad not to walk all this way with my dick hanging out. A cringe made me shiver to imagine the resulting ash sickle between my legs if Dante hadn’t magicked me some pants.
No shirt, though, but that was fine. Dante’s magic came from the dagger that had made its way with him, for whatever reason.
I wasn’t going to question anything that kept my dick from turning into an ash sickle.
Still, ash found its way everywhere else. It clung to my eyelashes and I brushed the dust away, only to find the fine substance reappearing as I walked.
Glancing up again, I shielded my eyes against the soft black clouds.
Hmm. Odd.
I couldn’t say that I’d ever heard of black clouds, but whatever kind of Hell Realm we were in, it was raining ash. It wasn’t a result of volcanic activity, but rather that’s just the kind of atmosphere that existed here.
“I’m never going to get this shit out of my teeth,” I growled as I rubbed my pinky between my molars.
The subtle tang of blood made me consider for the first time that this wasn’t a regular kind of ash.
My stomach threatened to roll again and I didn’t continue that train of thought.
It concerned me how affected I was here. Normally I didn’t feel emotions very strongly, but that was because I was a Dark Mage with no soul.
Rubbing my knuckles over my sternum, I tried to place that sensation that pulled at my chest and drew me toward Dante.
Black fields spanned all around me, showing nothing of interest in this particular Pocket Realm other than the sprouts of long-dead stems.
Having no other realistic option, I followed Dante into the silvery mist.
DANTE
My fingertips tingled as my heartbeat pounded in my ears.
Finally, after all this time, I’d found them.
The witches who had done this to me.
The creatures who had made me suffer during the most critical, early days of life when I should have been sleeping against my mother’s warm chest.
Instead, I had been pumped with magic until all I could ever know would be the screams.
The pain.
The endless suffering that was my life.
I wanted to make them feel everything I felt. I wanted to show those witches what it was like to beme.
Black stems crunched underneath my heavy boot as I took another step deeper into the fine mist. I breathed it in, tasting the undeniable tang of blood.
