Wicked Thirst

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna's lids fluttered before she opened them, gasping for breath in a desperate attempt not to drown.

For a moment, she flailed her arms around in panic as the hot water splashed outside the large flat basin she was in.

She had thought about the sirens below the frozen lake who were determined to place her in a similar ceramic life-sized bowl and make a soup out of her alongside the blood and rotting flesh of the corpses they acquired. 

Thank the Goddess!

There weren't detached heads and chopped limbs floating in the water with her.

When she realized she wasn't in danger, Luna sighed with relief and relaxed into the water.

She had sluggish, heavy limbs and dry, parched throat paired with this lingering sensation of floating in the water like a piece of wood.

Did somebody drug her?