Chapter 140: Safer With Normals

Their beautiful faces are masks of anger as Cydia points at me and declares, "Death."

"Death," comes the echo.

"Death," my beloved says.

The skies darken at once, the rage of the elements called down on me for the most hideous of crimes, the very one I did not commit.

"My love," I whisper as thunder rumbles, chasing giant forks of lightning across the sky.

"Befouled one," he snarls, no joy or happiness in his face, his love for me gone. "Death is too good for you."

Of all of them, he is the last I would believe could order my death and yet there he stands, Cydia beside him now, her hatred twisting into a secret smile as she calls down the lightning, guiding his hand, my darling Gwynn, to deliver the killing blow.

I feel it strike my body, the sudden rush of agony cut short as I rise above my body, my soul free of its substantial form. As I rise I hear them gasp, see their horror, his most of all. In my love, I see the understanding in his face, in his eyes, that I am innocent of