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Sweet Revenge Of Pain

The heels of her shoes were hitting the floor, making a rhythmic beat that gave off a bad vibe.   She got to where I was and crouched down to my level. "Huh, poor baby," she said in a cry-like voice as she shook her head in self-pity and patted my head, then whispered    "Shh, don't cry; it will soon be over," she said, still gently patting my head.   She brought out a small, shiny silver knife that I hadn't noticed that she had been holding for a while.   "Clara, please stop whatever you are planning to do." I pleaded in fear and looked at her in horror as I tried to process what she intended to do with the knife.    "My, my, my, someone is scared; don't worry, I won't be too hard on you." She coaxed me and laughed like a maniac when she saw the expression on my face.   "Please, for the sake of our friendship, please stop." I begged for mercy.   "Shut! Shut the fuck up!" She punched me in the face until her hand was colored with my blood.    I was too weak to fight back as she slashed my stomach slowly and deeply, making a pathway for the blood to flow freely like a stream.   "Honey, you don't have to stain your dress. Let the guards do this," Gabriel said as he saw my blood pouring out of my stomach's hundred-meter radius.   She dipped her hand forcefully into my stomach and brought out my under-formed fetus, then used the knife to cut the placenta that connected me and my baby.    She stabbed it repeatedly without mercy while I looked on in pain and helplessness as my baby died tragically before me.    "Raven! Bring the rest now!" She ordered in her authoritative tone that she normally uses whenever she wants something done with an immediate effect.   

Ada_Miniscent · Fantasy
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Chapter Sixty Three

Arkened with the strain of what she had witnessed. Ariana sat beside her, hands clasped tightly in her lap, her normally steady presence rattled by the prophecy that had been revealed.

The prophecy had come to Selene the night before, in a vision that had shaken her to her core. It was not just the Severing Ritual that was at stake—it was everything. The cryptic warning echoed in her mind: *"The Severing will break more than bonds; it will tear souls apart."*

Selene had interpreted the vision with growing horror. The Severing Ritual, if completed, wouldn't just break Demion and Ariana's magical bond. It would tear apart the very essence of who they were, stripping away their souls until there was nothing left. Their existence could be wiped from reality entirely, erased from the fabric of the magical world as if they had never been.