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He can't get a clear line of sight just yet, but once the target is inside his penthouse, anywhere close to those huge windows, no amount of elite Sumerian hired guns will save the man. Rerir's long assignment is nearing its end. He trains the scope on the fifth and final floor and waits.
The windows right next to his target's apartment light up, a lithe silhouette moving leisurely behind the glass.
Ah. His personal demon is home.
Rerir has a hard time choosing between his job as a hitman and the desires of his heart.
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Tonight, Rerir is once again faced with a familiar nightmare.
The creature is above him, cradled in flames, thighs like a vice around Rerir’s hips. Silky hair falls in dark waves as he bends down, until there's barely an inch between them.
“One day,” the nightmare says, “I will have your heart.”
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- Part 2 of Spooky Flins
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The hand holds onto his arm, unmoving.
It's rather small and nigh weightless. The hold isn't particularly tight, yet when Flins tries to dislodge the hand, it doesn't bulge. The Lightkeeper sighs. What a nuisance.
“It is quite silly of the feared Sinner to play games.”
He gets no response.
Flins is lonely. Rerir lends a helping hand. Or, rather, multiple hands.
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“According to local legend, a fae lives on this island. It leads those with pure hearts to treasure.” Flins holds up his old-fashioned lantern, blue flames illuminating the path ahead of them. A gas lantern instead of a flashlight? The man must be truly devoted to setting the atmosphere. “As for the evildoers, it feeds on their fear... And their blood.”
Rerir's past catches up to him at his unexpected vacation to Nod-Krai.
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- Part 1 of Spooky Flins
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At this hour most of the staff had long since retired for the night, leaving the manor empty and silent. No one was there to stop the young master of the house from his reckless endeavor.
Neuvillette sniffed and opened the bedroom window. The harsh wind outside burned his cheeks and made tears freeze on his pale lashes. Not giving himself any time for hesitation, the boy quickly pulled his leg over the windowsill and jumped down into the snow.
There never was a Chief Justice named Neuvillette. The Hydro Dragon never existed. And if sometimes the rain starts falling when a certain young boy gets upset, it's nothing but a peculiar coincidence.
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