Cece nursed her cheek as Cassandra lead them away from the stupefied crowd. The Elf Librarian, Josephine's little sister, took her by the hand before she could utter a word, She didn't have a chance to resist, still in shock from the Stiff slap. 'Shit! I think she dug some nails in,' she noticed the blood trickling from her cheek, '2 worlds and Josephine is still shit when jt comes Family,' Cece sighed, She despised her mother more than anything in the world, Unlike Eve and Fil, She felt nothing when she pushed her down those stairs, 'It was one of the best days of my life....' A smile crept up her lips, 'Cas must never know that though....' She reminded herself, The world be damned but her little must never know, she swore to herself. After what felt like ages walking through the rows of books, Cassandra came to an abrupt stop in front of a large stone statue in the middle of the building. It was a cloaked figure holding an Hour glass in it's Right hand and a book tucked under i

With every step Cece took, the sound of wet meat plopping to floor, accompanied by the baleful screams of the DakenDale's faithful echoed through the Library's halls. Cece slowed down her pace, 'what am I doing? rushing to my death?' She came to a complete stop, and looked behind her. "Maybe I should.... just leave? I don't know or owe this folks anything, right?" She turned around and walked back where she came from.... then she whirled around again. "Cassandra though.... she seemed nice, And I'd definitely feel like shit abandoning her, but I'm not strong enough on my own.... I'll die for sure!" 'Probably, That would be a sight to see!' She whirled around and strung her bow, "Ella? Is that you?" After what felt like a moment.... nothing, no answer Cece sighed and relaxed her shoulders, "Well if she does show herself I'll-" 'Kill me? There are no stairs here, open room too! I don't Fancy your chances!' Cece turned around and saw..... nothing! "Come out! Show yourself!" 'O

Splat! The Fallen's head burst into a million pieces as the Spectre swung a mace upon it's head. The creature plopped to the floor with a splat, Cassandra shrieked back, Half relieved, Half annoyed, The chunks of flesh from the creature clung to some nearby books. They were surrounded by Spectres, 13 of them to be exact, The soldiers.... those who could still put up a fight were positioned to guard the Civilians in the basements. Many protested, However Cece quickly shot that down, 'If any of you are capable of slaying one Fallen by your lonesome.... step forward!' They responded with silence. Begrudgingly, They marched towards their assigned duty.... save for one, He was sent by Cassandra to inform Gastard of Cece's arrival.... Much to her dismay. 'Was she being considerate..... or does she suspect my deception,' She shot the elf a wary look, 'Either way.... maybe He'll make my job easier by coming here,' She sighed, Pouring over some magical books she found on a nearby shelf,

The jagged glass dagger felt cool on Cece's throat, Cassandra's eyes felt even cooler, There was no mirth behind them, No rage either, just pure ambience that matched the regal nature of the Library."Who are you really? Depending on your next words.... I'll have to kill you?" Cassandra said in a monotone voice, A bead of sweat ran down Cece's head, She gave the elf a wary smile."At least let me put down the kid first,"Cassandra narrowed her eyes, "Put him on the chair over there!"Cece took a step back, She noticed Cassandra's gaze didn't leave her, not once, It followed her, "I'm not gonna hurt either of you, I can't after all, the wards around the city won't let that happen after all!" She tried appeasing her as she set Alex down on the chair.Cassandra frowned, "You're definitely not my sister," She shook her head, "The Hearth wards that protect the citizens of DackenDale from Shady travellers was smashed to bits thanks to the Fallen, My sister would know that, Everyone in this

He paced back and forth within the studio apartment, every so often, The man in the gray suit would put his fingers in a rectangular like pattern and view his environment through that fictional lense.He continued over, Taking note of how spotless the apartment was, 'Did they do a clean up afterwards? No! If staying discrete was the plan, Billy's body wouldn't be left here...'The man finally crouched over and inspected the body in front of him, Young male, naked as the day he was born, he was in he his early 30s, Maybe 34 at most, He had long blonde hair tied into a ponytail, A pair of ghastly green eyes and his skin was as pale as milk.The man frowned, "Imp!" He cried, pinching his nose, he signaled for a pair of googles, The short, stout blue skinned man walked over and threw the gloves at the man's face."You...." The man sighed, "What's your problem?""Why did you take this case?" the imp growled, he put his gnarled hands into his thick black coat and spat on the tiled floor, B