The Hexed Sex

th caught i

to flatten time. Adam's vision swam, sluggish and grey as if he were waking from a dream stitched together with pieces of someone els

he sa

dal

wide open and staring at the ceiling with a g

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lo

on the site, felt his heart tremble a

in others. Magdalene's limbs were twisted in an awkward sprawl-one arm draped across the edge of the

no, n

gs tangled in the bloodied blankets as he stumbled, falling to the floor. His h

ngers-shaking, red-

bered...

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wi

la

er cr

to something hun

wine, it had been blood. Blood that had spurted out of

mind, though pieces, but biza

ows, and the screaming. Magdalene's la

now

himself. Naked. Scratched. His body was smeared with blood-hers, he realised with a si

he

hu

whispered to no one.

one a

face hadn't changed. That frozen expression of fear and betrayal was etched into her skin. I

across the room, barely

w wasn't e

to register as wrong. His reflection shifted slightly, lagging half a second behind,

s. "No... what the hel

dem

bidden, like a whis

entering him. Not just metaphorically. Physically. A burning fi

nside him h

agdalene

quieting numbness. Shouldn't he feel more? Shouldn't he be devastated, screa

was feeding on the guilt

sudd

no

ibration through the floorboards. The blood on the bed began to ripple, as though d

s above asphalt. Then it split. A vertical

ort

and the low pulse of something ancient. Within the tear, shapes flickered: impossible landsc

ke mist. Their faces were obscured by metallic masks-faceles

e, though its mo

een touched

blood slick on his palms

aised a hand. "Not

s, it pulled out a long, iron chain. At the end of it hu

it intoned. "But

the floor. "I didn't mean to w

ld against damnati

," Adam

ed. "That is wh

between them,

aid. "Step into the rift.

. Her blood pooled onto the mat

he come

at took her can still be hunted. Wha

re at his reflect

d the glass was

tepped toward the portal. The air grew colder with each footfal

ed at the

n the oth

figure spo

ond: "J

hird:

like his own. A world with cities crumbling under the shadow, skies split with crimson

nds one last time. Still

ing left," h

with a sigh-and the room was empty, save for Magdalene's