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Everything hurt, Derek knew that much. His whole body hurt like hell. Yet he couldn't seem to remember anything, at least, he couldn't remember anything but his name and what had happened previously for the moment. He knew he had sacrificed himself to save Avery but-
Oh.
Oh.
He had sacrificed himself, hadn't he? It was all starting to come back to him. But if he had sacrificed himself, then how was he still alive? And how could he think this coherently without hurting so much? Not to mention he still knew so much about the world.
Then, it hit him. The spell must've not gone the way either of them had wanted or expected it to go. The King was gone, but... he was still here, and he felt... strange... to say the least.
As for why he felt strange, well, this would be answered for when he caught a sight in the corner of his eye. His hands were fade to black now.
...
Wait, his hands were what?
For the second time in his life, Derek was afraid. What was going on with him? What was he going to do? Call his mother and say 'hey, mom, so I might have stolen a God's divinity, can you help me'? No, he couldn't. Nobody would even believe that. Nobody but-
Oh. Oh gods.
Avery. In all of his panic, he had somehow forgotten about Avery. He was alive and well, in fact. That's what the knowledge told him, that is. But he had to check for himself, just in case.
Quickly getting up from his gaming chair, Derek looked around to find the drawer that he knew conveniently had gloves in it as well as a long sleeve shirt that was in his closet. He needed to hide the evidence of... whatever was on his hands, after all, so he put them on after gathering them up.
He knew where Avery and his family lived. Not because of any creepy activities, but because he knew practically everything there was to know. However, he tried to push most of the knowledge away. He didn't want to deal with more knowledge right now, after all.
He just hoped Avery wouldn't be too angry with him. But we all know that it won't be that simple.