“Goddess, no!” I swatted at the blinding white light filling my vision.“Miss Persephone, please calm down!” A muffled voice sounded in my ringing ears. Pins pricked all parts of my skin, making me moan in pain. “Miss–“ The voice calling out my name faded as darkness embraced me.“Anastacia,” an ethereal voice wrapped around me in the darkness.Anastacia.It was my middle name which no one addressed me by except my aunt who died over a decade ago. It was what my mother called me before she died but my father preferred Persephone, a name fitting for a bringer of death to his beloved mate.“Is she awake?”“Miss Persephone?” Blinding white light filled my vision again. My eyes opened to see what the afterlife had waiting for me. It was dark, quiet, mournful, and somewhat angst-ridden.“Where – Where am I?” I looked around me, turning back to the white light. I flinched when I realized the ‘white light’ was actually Doctor Lorenzo’s salty white hair. “Ha, did he get you too?” Light floode
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