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With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her. At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma. Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew… "Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested." "Is this because I'm a werewolf?" –Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not Descent is created by Ataraxia, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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Chapter 43: What it means to fall (part 1)

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"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens you heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up."

–Neil Gaiman

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ALASTOR NYX:

It was so soft and cozy was the first thing his mind registered when he slowly came to...which was a whole lot of weird, since Alastor was sure he hadn't gotten back to his hotel room or even remembered falling asleep on a bed in the first place.

But he could feel warm fabrics against his bare skin as he shifted, trying to get back to sleep and he was positive the softness underneath him could only come from a bed... or probably a cloud with just how soft and fluffy it was, the scent of honey and a hint of vanilla wafting pleasantly all around him like it was enveloping him into a hug as he sighed in pure bliss, wishing he could tuck this scent in a bottle so he could get back to it any time he wants.

He held a dark purple duvet close to his face and–

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