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Damien I brought Mother into the room and placed her on the bed, hoping she would regain consciousness, but she refused. I've sobbed and pleaded. To clean her up, I even took off her clothes. My feelings were all over the place as I considered the best course of action to revive my mother at this particular moment. While I was cleaning Mother's nude body, I couldn't help but remember all of our wonderful moments spent together. Her body warmed mine, causing me to feel things. Although knowing that she is still alive made me glad, I am currently feeling much more than that. I sense the excitement of some kind. Mother's cozy, aged but seductively soft and warm body. I gently caress her legs before focusing on her velvety thighs. She gave me no response, which surprised me, and then I had an excellent idea. I could remind Mother of our happy experiences together, which would stimulate a brain region and help her regain awareness. I gave in to the temptation of seeing Mother
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Damien, The next morning I woke up with anticipation to see Mother. Immediately, I turned to Mother hoping she was awake, but she wasn't. "Why the hell wouldn't she wake up? What is her problem?" I muttered, frustrated. I can't do this alone. I am confused. These wicked people have taken everything away from me. I have never lived without my mother’s guidance. What do I do? I got off the bed and stared at my mother for an unhealthy amount of time, waiting to see any change in her, but it was all the same. Damn, I need to clean her up, I made a mess of her. I carried Mother off the bed to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and bathed her. After that, I dressed her in a silk gown and laid her back on the bed. Now I am alone, left to deal with the reality alone. Each time I see Mother lying quietly on the bed, my heart shatters into minute pieces. I left her in the room and then stepped into the palace room to see the scene I ignored yesterday. All my men are dead, Mother’s app
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Damien I dashed back to the house right away, but I knew it wouldn't be a refuge for me for long. I had to get things done quickly. My mother taught me how to cast protective magic when I was very small. She told me to use it anytime I was in danger, but I never believed I would use it. I had little idea about the outside world back then; I was young and a little naive. All I knew was that my mother, who was ultimately assassinated by the palace, was only thinking about what was best for me. According to my mother, everyone was aware of my mother's passing and played a part in it. I was a young, confused person. Every time I closed my eyes, the night devils would crawl in. Sometimes I would hear devils speaking in my ears and being told to commit horrible acts. I would try to evade them by running to a corner, but it never worked. Mom would come home to find me shaky and afraid. She would put some powder on my tongue and teach me some spells. It would protect me, she sai
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Damien My demons did fight for me today, I am grateful to them. The villagers now understand that, despite the deaths of all of my soldiers and allies, I am still the kingdom's monarch. I am aware of my mother's presence. I'm not sure how to help her escape this world in which she finds herself. I feel emotionally spent and bewildered. I'm unable to fathom this. I'm feeling heavy with reality. This kind of crap cannot continue. Edward will discover that he has entered the lion's lair as soon as I feel ready to punish him for his transgressions. My vulnerability makes now the ideal time for my enemies to launch an attack. Hopefully, Edward won't return anytime soon. I don't have any men, rouges, or sorcerers. I will be forced to leave with my mother and return when she is fully conscious and aware of everything that has transpired if this knowledge leaks out from Avalor. When Mom learns that all of her apprentices have perished, she will be furious. Finding a new group of
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r is breathing heavily and so am I. I don't know what just happened but I think I fucked her back to life. “Mother? You’re alive!” I exclaimed in joy “Come out of me boy…you’ll send me back to the spirit world,” Mother said in her husky voice I quickly got up from her. “Oh, mother!” I could not hide my excitement. “I’m so happy that you are back, it's been over a week now, why did you leave me?” I couldn't stop myself from hugging and showering her with kisses. “Why are you penetrating me while I am on a spiritual journey? Did you know what you did to me? You killed me!” MotherI said aggressively as she tried to sit up from the bed and i assisted her. “What are you talking about Mother? I brought you back to life!” “No son, you sent me to the world beyond. You killed me!” she yelled. “So how are you alive?” I was stuck in the spirit world and I couldn't find everyone I came with so that we could complete the ritual. It is a good thing that you pushed me out of the tran
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Edwina It's been a week since I arrived here, and strangely, I feel a bit better than that first day. The air is still heavy with uncertainty, but I'm adapting. Yet, there's this constant thorn in my side—Edward. His presence sets me on edge, a simmering anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Why does he hover over me, watching every move, offering assistance I never asked for? I can't fathom his motives, and frankly, I don't care. He's wasting his time. There's nothing left for him or anyone else to take from me. I'm hollow, an empty shell of what I used to be. From now on, I've decided not to bother contemplating consequences before every move. Life's become a precarious dance, and I'll waltz through it as if I'm on the brink of my demise. There's a certain freedom in living without restraint, without a plan. Perhaps that's my way of coping with the chaos around me. I'll just exist, each day a step closer to the unknown, uncaring of what lies ahead. The second day I
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Edwina He was quiet after hearing everything I had to say. There was a look of confusion and remorse on his face. His eyes searched mine, seeking some kind of understanding or forgiveness. I couldn't bear to see it. “I had no idea what was going on…your father? Mother? Edwina…” he stammered, his voice trailing off in an attempt to console me. I cut him short in the middle of his unnecessary condolence. “Please, Edward, save your remorse and shove it up your ass. I don’t need it! I don’t need you, and you should have never tried to save me,” I snapped, my emotions boiling over. “You should just go back to your kingdom and get married to your bride. I’m glad she escaped death, but I would sacrifice her over and over again if that is what it means to get my mother back. I don’t regret what I did, so if you want to punish me, you better do it and make sure the punishment is death. Make it quick, King Edward!” I roared harshly but kept my voice low, a venomous mixture of anger
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I find myself haunted by the ghosts of irreversible mistakes. Edwina's pain, a weight too heavy for my shoulders, lingers in the air like a tangible sorrow. It's heartbreaking that I cannot undo the loss of her parents or the scars placed on her tender heart. The gravity of my shortcomings becomes painfully apparent as I reflect on the years gone by. Edwina, with vulnerability in her eyes, sought solace in my presence. She trusted me with the fragments of her shattered world, only to receive my misplaced fury in return. I was blind to the genuine need for comfort that she extended to me. Now, with clarity, I see the wreckage of my life. For three years, I've been living a lie, channeling my rage into the wrong avenues, misled by the venomous words of others. The loss of my mother, a tragedy that scarred my soul, became a breeding ground for resentment, clouding my judgment and leading me astray. Edwina's heart, once a delicate flower, now bears the weight of my transgression
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