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BackAgainAU Part 2: Reunion
*Remember that this is just an AU and it has nothing to do with the actual canon timeline*
WARNING: Mentions of torture, abuse, and minor panic attacks
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Ender let out a horrific shriek as the torment on her back stung her every nerve, freshly ripped from where her wings last were. Pain coursed through her body, unable to accept the endless agony and realization that a piece of her was torn away.
She remembered the popping of joints and crunch of her bones; how, inch by inch, the creature who called her “Hope” slowly tore the leather of her wing off her back. Skin stretched away from the muscle and tissue, blood seeping down her tarnished gown; it was just too much to bear. Near the end, it had broken the joint off of it’s socket.
She didn’t remember much afterwards, the torture was too much, and no matter what happened, no matter how much time had passed, the suffering and aches never numbed. She didn’t remember being taken to this dark enclosure. She didn’t remember her torso and back being wrapped in bandages. She didn’t remember anything after the creature tore her wings off.
When she had the strength to sit up, she could gently place her hand on her back, only to pull it back, the burns attacking her, no matter how softly she touched it. She was afraid to know how bad the damage was, or what kind of scars would remain from the tearing. The sockets, where the wingblade and joints connected her wing’s shoulder to her back, had most likely sunken in a bit. However, the tissue was still raw and sore, dry blood stained the gaze swaddled around her.
How long had she been here? Maybe a week now, but there was no sense of time. No clock, so sunlight, no motion. She never felt hungry or tired, but all she wanted to do was sleep. Hopefully to ease whatever pain lingered on and haunted her. No matter how many times she closed her eyes, though, she had the urge to jolt them back open and curl up in a ball.
His voice. His cold voice echoed in her mind every time she felt a moment of peace. She was terrified of the monster that nearly destroyed her body. The charcoal grey spell caster with a silver head of hair. His eyes were much like Hyde’s: empty and dark, like staring straight into the void, waiting for it to consume you in nothingness. His hands were razor sharp, slicing her skin as he held her arms in place. But the most terrifying thing about this creature was that his whole body appeared to be in pieces. He looked broken, like shattered glass. She was afraid to touch it, or even look at the damage. As if even staring for too long would cut her skin.
    She did her best to cut the image out of her mind. She occupied her brain by thinking of her family. Back before she was a royal, she lived her best life with her kin. She pictured her mother’s warm embrace, something that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She pictured her father working on construction and fixing the house’s roof after a rough storm caused a leak. She remembered that lone tree on a hill with a single swing. Ender would sit on that plank of wood for hours at a time, no matter how old she got, she wanted to see the sun set and watch the stars twinkle. She longed to see the stars again.
Once she felt a moment of peace, Ender focussed on summoning her magic. She eased her mind for a minute and tried to summon any spark, any wisp of aura around her hands, her horn, any part of her body. Full concentration on her abilities.
But there was nothing. No spark. No aura. No wisp. Absolutely no magic.
Her mind faded the idea of struggling any further. There was no point. It only hurt her more to even attempt. That creature took her enchantment. The crystal inside of her that was the source of her magic withered into dust. Along with it, her essence. Her blood no longer carried the essential particles that made her a spell caster. Her horn was just extra dead weight, but unlike her wings, her kidnapper did not remove it. At least for now.
“Can’t have a wife who’s stronger in the dark arts than I. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?”
Was that why he did this? Why did he call her “his wife”? Why did he think she practiced dark magic? She only tapped into it once, back when she…
“My dear?”
Ender jolted, turning her head to see it. He was standing there, only about a meter away, and goodness it was like staring at a horror film killer. The terror consumed her, stabbing her insides and chilling her already cold skin.
What was he doing? Why was he here? What was he planning now? It couldn’t be anything worse than what he’s already done… could it? But his mere presence was enough to send the wingless spell caster into a near panic. She did her best to scoot back, but her breath was picking up, getting stuffed with something that wouldn’t let the oxygen in. It came all at once, and she couldn’t get a sense of what was real.
Was this his doing?
He stepped closer and while Ender tried to scoot back, a black aura wrapped his hands and lodged tight around her neck. Unable to move, she could only close her eyes and prepare the worst. If anything, she wished that he would kill her- or at least… find a way to kill her.
She clenched her teeth, shut her eyes tight, and shed a few tears. Waiting. Constantly waiting. But there was nothing. She opened her eyes again and saw him, staring at her with those empty eyes. Dangerously close...
“Have you had a good rest, my sweet?”
She swallowed, but her throat remained dry. Was she supposed to respond?
He leaned a bit, his smile widening before the aura around Ender’s neck tightened, making it, somehow, even harder to breathe. Was he expecting an answer? In a vain attempt to satisfy him, she nodded frantically, feeling the magic loosen, giving her more room to exhale.
“Good, good… And have your wounds healed yet?” With more magic, he managed to turn Ender on her stomach, revealing her backside. Her crimson hair fell over her shoulders, as the bandages began to go undone. Despite the fear factor, and the creature looming over her being the culprit of her scars, she actually felt violated as most of the plaster came loose, and used her hands to hold most in place over her bosom.
“Hmmm…” She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t his sharp digits on her sore scars. They were cold, and they glided across her dying tissue, like flies ready to feast on a corpse. “I’d say… give it another week or two, and these gauzes can come off…” His voice was slippery but gentle, and with more magic, the bandages were replaced entirely with fresh ones.
“Maybe then we can talk about our future, my dear…” The magic around her neck finally faded away, letting her go, but instead of crawling further from the entity, she simply turned back to him, her eyes puffy from the previous tears that fell. Her throat hurt from crying and screaming so much.
She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t WANT to be here. The spellcaster swallowed, her hands jerking and her body nearly twitching from the shock. Ender didn’t want to stay here any longer than she had to. This was a nightmare.
“Please…” she squeaked, afraid to strain her pipes, “I want to go home…” She sniffed, her eyes going glossy and making the world and the creature standing before her blurry.
The grey creature clasped his hands together, resting his cheek on them. “You poor thing…” Now his tone was sarcastic, yet playful. “Why, I’d love to send you back to the Mortal Realm in one piece, back to your beloved mother and father… But I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart. You see-” he leaned forward again and wiped some tears from her cheeks, causing her to flinch, “-you are going to stay here for a long, long time. It’s not my choice, you understand? It’s just a simple test to prove your loyalty to me! To demonstrate your love to me. You do love me, right?”
How could Ender ever show any care for this being? After all of this? Why was he talking like this? Who WAS he?!
    When she didn’t respond right away, his smile fell a bit and magic coursed through his hands again, but being more alert to the consequences now, Ender nodded, letting him “hear” what he wanted to hear.
    “Oh my dearest Hope,” he caressed Ender’s cheek, compassionately, but his hand was ice-cold. “How I missed your presence, after 4,000 years we are together again, and I promise you that you’ll never have to fear again. Your title will be a thing of the past, a memory even. You can let your old life go and finally begin a new, proper one! A new life, a new beginning!"
    Those words echoed in her mind. They were very closely similar to the ones Darkula said. Those promises he made were written by this creature’s hand. But then... “Who are…” she felt his cold eyes locked in place. His head snapped a bit.
    “I’m surprised, Hope… and frankly, I am hurt.” He looked away for a moment, placing a hand over his chest where his heart would rest. For a moment, he was silent and still before he erupted in insane laughter that echoed throughout the darkness. “Oh… It’s typical and I half expected it… Just goes to show that Darkula kept secrets as well, you weren’t the only one, princess.” He circled around her, his eyes never leaving her and Ender did her best to keep eye contact on him.
    “My name is Shattered Tainted Glass, but if we want to keep things casual, just call me Shattered. If we want to go formal, Mr. Glass.” He curled in and traced his fingers up and down her useless horn. “I was Darkula’s parasite, in fact, I was the Vleermuis’ lead parasite for three generations! Can you blame me? I mean, they are so irresistible! They have so much power in the palm of their hands… and it’s so easy to watch them break… So little effort is used, and their life tumbles until they’re left trudging on their hands and knees, begging me for mercy.”
    Ender scooted away a bit, her jaw quivering in distress as his finger walked up her horn. His words sounded like a snake’s venom, clogging her veins and killing her insides with the toxins that escaped his lips. She tried not to look afraid, because she was told if she looked scared, anyone would take advantage of that; but the major issue being… she very much felt it, and it reflected in her actions.
    “But now… I’m unfortunate to announce that you’re my new host! My dear sister, Hyde, will handle Darkula for now on, in case you were wondering.” Shattered opened his jaw to say more, but paused, staring at the lavender lady for one minute too long. He smiled and placed a finger over his lips, “Can’t overshare, now can we?” He winked and chuckled some more, only making Ender wince. “Get comfortable, my dear. This is your new home!”
    No… no, no, no she can’t- She’ll go insane! “N-no!” Ender actually tried to stand and face Shattered. If Ender was going to be Shattered’s host, then she wasn’t going to let him control her more than he already had. “You are not going…” she paused and clutched her side, “... not going to…”
    The grey parasite wasn’t amused by her pitiful attempt to prove her “strength”. They were all like this: Darkula, Venomous, and even FangTop always stood up against Shattered when he first started toying with their minds and inched them closer into ruining their own lives. Granted, he was impressed that his wife was willing to stand up against him after everything he’s done.
    But he was just getting started with the torture. Oh she was NOT prepared for what he had planned. Oh he couldn’t wait to BREAK her!
    “Oh yes you are.” He snapped his fingers and Ender’s arms were now spread apart. With each second, she could feel the magic that encased her wrists pull farther and farther away from her chest. She strained, it slowly became so unbearable and painful as if he was planning to actually dismember her. “Consider this ‘isolation’ justice, after all of those years you kept Hyde locked away in that horrid, cold, empty realm…”
    Ender’s eyes locked with his and a sickening feeling stabbed her gut. He knew… She didn’t know how or why, but Shattered knew Hyde and Ender’s past. This was retribution. Was this Hyde’s doing? In a way, she hoped this was her revenge, for Ender felt dreadful for what she’s done, how she acted and treated, and the state she left Hyde in when she abandoned her.
    Before she could recollect any more loathsome memories, Ender was brought back to reality when she felt one of her shoulders pop out of their sockets. She let out, yet again, another horrified and agonizing scream. Music to Shattered’s ears.
    Once he was satisfied for the time being, he dropped Ender back on the floor with a thud, and she held her shoulder with her sore arm. Dislocated. This time she actually sobbed from the torment. She prayed this was some sort of nightmare.
    “Oh would you look at the time!” Shattered pulled up a black pocket watch from his coat pocket and pointed at the glass. It was cracked, just like the rest of him. “I have things to do before the wedding ceremony! People to chat with, places to be, you know how tight these last minute preparations can be,” he wisped the watch away, “Like I said, make yourself at home, my dear, you’ll be here for a little more than your average stay. Your room has EVERYTHING you could possibly need! Except for an exit!”
    He stepped away, laughing at his own joke again, and the darkness seemed to consume him. She would be alone again, and somehow, that didn’t make Ender feel better at all. As if on cue, walls began to form around the bandaged spellcaster. No… A room began to manifest out of dark matter. A dark candle barely lit up the prison she was about to be encased in. A dark ceiling and dark, cold floor held her up.
    When the fourth wall began to build itself up, Ender realized that there was no door, so like the parasite said, no exit. She struggled to get up on her knees to maybe stop the construction of the room, but she felt dizzy and fatigued, unable to push forward. “Rest well, Hope,” Shattered stated, now all that was visible with the small opening was his face, “I’ll see you in two weeks!”
    By the time Ender managed to wobble to the wall, it was too late. Her good hand slammed against the barricade and she slid down it, curling up to cry some more in her prison, in the dark. She was so afraid of the dark…
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"I'll await your return, as you'll wait for mine. 'Til death do us part means nothing, for Death can never take you from me. It will never take our daughter from us.

Death fears me, for I have played God and created the one thing only they can control: Life. And I will love you all of my life, and Death will not stop me.

Wait for me, love... Wait for me."
-King Lucifer Agribor Nomed
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Part TWO of BackAgainAU Buddies! ^^ A lot shorter than part one, yes But it does have some OuO" Interesting parts Sorry if you ain't into horror or stomach turning things but I tried to filter it as much as I could (Trust me, I could have described it way worse than I have) But this will be be as bad as I get with writing the bad stuff. Shattered won't hurt her anymore, physically. He just had to take his wife down a few pegs. Cant give her wings and she can't have magic.

But it's okay because she still has her life ^^ Let me know what you all think! And thank you for the support on part one! It really means a lot! I will be replying to those comments on part one as soon as possible!

Description
BackAgainAU Part 2: Reunion
*Remember that this is just an AU and it has nothing to do with the actual canon timeline*
WARNING: Mentions of torture, abuse, and minor panic attacks
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Ender let out a horrific shriek as the torment on her back stung her every nerve, freshly ripped from where her wings last were. Pain coursed through her body, unable to accept the endless agony and realization that a piece of her was torn away.
She remembered the popping of joints and crunch of her bones; how, inch by inch, the creature who called her “Hope” slowly tore the leather of her wing off her back. Skin stretched away from the muscle and tissue, blood seeping down her tarnished gown; it was just too much to bear. Near the end, it had broken the joint off of it’s socket.
She didn’t remember much afterwards, the torture was too much, and no matter what happened, no matter how much time had passed, the suffering and aches never numbed. She didn’t remember being taken to this dark enclosure. She didn’t remember her torso and back being wrapped in bandages. She didn’t remember anything after the creature tore her wings off.
When she had the strength to sit up, she could gently place her hand on her back, only to pull it back, the burns attacking her, no matter how softly she touched it. She was afraid to know how bad the damage was, or what kind of scars would remain from the tearing. The sockets, where the wingblade and joints connected her wing’s shoulder to her back, had most likely sunken in a bit. However, the tissue was still raw and sore, dry blood stained the gaze swaddled around her.
How long had she been here? Maybe a week now, but there was no sense of time. No clock, so sunlight, no motion. She never felt hungry or tired, but all she wanted to do was sleep. Hopefully to ease whatever pain lingered on and haunted her. No matter how many times she closed her eyes, though, she had the urge to jolt them back open and curl up in a ball.
His voice. His cold voice echoed in her mind every time she felt a moment of peace. She was terrified of the monster that nearly destroyed her body. The charcoal grey spell caster with a silver head of hair. His eyes were much like Hyde’s: empty and dark, like staring straight into the void, waiting for it to consume you in nothingness. His hands were razor sharp, slicing her skin as he held her arms in place. But the most terrifying thing about this creature was that his whole body appeared to be in pieces. He looked broken, like shattered glass. She was afraid to touch it, or even look at the damage. As if even staring for too long would cut her skin.
    She did her best to cut the image out of her mind. She occupied her brain by thinking of her family. Back before she was a royal, she lived her best life with her kin. She pictured her mother’s warm embrace, something that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She pictured her father working on construction and fixing the house’s roof after a rough storm caused a leak. She remembered that lone tree on a hill with a single swing. Ender would sit on that plank of wood for hours at a time, no matter how old she got, she wanted to see the sun set and watch the stars twinkle. She longed to see the stars again.
Once she felt a moment of peace, Ender focussed on summoning her magic. She eased her mind for a minute and tried to summon any spark, any wisp of aura around her hands, her horn, any part of her body. Full concentration on her abilities.
But there was nothing. No spark. No aura. No wisp. Absolutely no magic.
Her mind faded the idea of struggling any further. There was no point. It only hurt her more to even attempt. That creature took her enchantment. The crystal inside of her that was the source of her magic withered into dust. Along with it, her essence. Her blood no longer carried the essential particles that made her a spell caster. Her horn was just extra dead weight, but unlike her wings, her kidnapper did not remove it. At least for now.
“Can’t have a wife who’s stronger in the dark arts than I. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?”
Was that why he did this? Why did he call her “his wife”? Why did he think she practiced dark magic? She only tapped into it once, back when she…
“My dear?”
Ender jolted, turning her head to see it. He was standing there, only about a meter away, and goodness it was like staring at a horror film killer. The terror consumed her, stabbing her insides and chilling her already cold skin.
What was he doing? Why was he here? What was he planning now? It couldn’t be anything worse than what he’s already done… could it? But his mere presence was enough to send the wingless spell caster into a near panic. She did her best to scoot back, but her breath was picking up, getting stuffed with something that wouldn’t let the oxygen in. It came all at once, and she couldn’t get a sense of what was real.
Was this his doing?
He stepped closer and while Ender tried to scoot back, a black aura wrapped his hands and lodged tight around her neck. Unable to move, she could only close her eyes and prepare the worst. If anything, she wished that he would kill her- or at least… find a way to kill her.
She clenched her teeth, shut her eyes tight, and shed a few tears. Waiting. Constantly waiting. But there was nothing. She opened her eyes again and saw him, staring at her with those empty eyes. Dangerously close...
“Have you had a good rest, my sweet?”
She swallowed, but her throat remained dry. Was she supposed to respond?
He leaned a bit, his smile widening before the aura around Ender’s neck tightened, making it, somehow, even harder to breathe. Was he expecting an answer? In a vain attempt to satisfy him, she nodded frantically, feeling the magic loosen, giving her more room to exhale.
“Good, good… And have your wounds healed yet?” With more magic, he managed to turn Ender on her stomach, revealing her backside. Her crimson hair fell over her shoulders, as the bandages began to go undone. Despite the fear factor, and the creature looming over her being the culprit of her scars, she actually felt violated as most of the plaster came loose, and used her hands to hold most in place over her bosom.
“Hmmm…” She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t his sharp digits on her sore scars. They were cold, and they glided across her dying tissue, like flies ready to feast on a corpse. “I’d say… give it another week or two, and these gauzes can come off…” His voice was slippery but gentle, and with more magic, the bandages were replaced entirely with fresh ones.
“Maybe then we can talk about our future, my dear…” The magic around her neck finally faded away, letting her go, but instead of crawling further from the entity, she simply turned back to him, her eyes puffy from the previous tears that fell. Her throat hurt from crying and screaming so much.
She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t WANT to be here. The spellcaster swallowed, her hands jerking and her body nearly twitching from the shock. Ender didn’t want to stay here any longer than she had to. This was a nightmare.
“Please…” she squeaked, afraid to strain her pipes, “I want to go home…” She sniffed, her eyes going glossy and making the world and the creature standing before her blurry.
The grey creature clasped his hands together, resting his cheek on them. “You poor thing…” Now his tone was sarcastic, yet playful. “Why, I’d love to send you back to the Mortal Realm in one piece, back to your beloved mother and father… But I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart. You see-” he leaned forward again and wiped some tears from her cheeks, causing her to flinch, “-you are going to stay here for a long, long time. It’s not my choice, you understand? It’s just a simple test to prove your loyalty to me! To demonstrate your love to me. You do love me, right?”
How could Ender ever show any care for this being? After all of this? Why was he talking like this? Who WAS he?!
    When she didn’t respond right away, his smile fell a bit and magic coursed through his hands again, but being more alert to the consequences now, Ender nodded, letting him “hear” what he wanted to hear.
    “Oh my dearest Hope,” he caressed Ender’s cheek, compassionately, but his hand was ice-cold. “How I missed your presence, after 4,000 years we are together again, and I promise you that you’ll never have to fear again. Your title will be a thing of the past, a memory even. You can let your old life go and finally begin a new, proper one! A new life, a new beginning!"
    Those words echoed in her mind. They were very closely similar to the ones Darkula said. Those promises he made were written by this creature’s hand. But then... “Who are…” she felt his cold eyes locked in place. His head snapped a bit.
    “I’m surprised, Hope… and frankly, I am hurt.” He looked away for a moment, placing a hand over his chest where his heart would rest. For a moment, he was silent and still before he erupted in insane laughter that echoed throughout the darkness. “Oh… It’s typical and I half expected it… Just goes to show that Darkula kept secrets as well, you weren’t the only one, princess.” He circled around her, his eyes never leaving her and Ender did her best to keep eye contact on him.
    “My name is Shattered Tainted Glass, but if we want to keep things casual, just call me Shattered. If we want to go formal, Mr. Glass.” He curled in and traced his fingers up and down her useless horn. “I was Darkula’s parasite, in fact, I was the Vleermuis’ lead parasite for three generations! Can you blame me? I mean, they are so irresistible! They have so much power in the palm of their hands… and it’s so easy to watch them break… So little effort is used, and their life tumbles until they’re left trudging on their hands and knees, begging me for mercy.”
    Ender scooted away a bit, her jaw quivering in distress as his finger walked up her horn. His words sounded like a snake’s venom, clogging her veins and killing her insides with the toxins that escaped his lips. She tried not to look afraid, because she was told if she looked scared, anyone would take advantage of that; but the major issue being… she very much felt it, and it reflected in her actions.
    “But now… I’m unfortunate to announce that you’re my new host! My dear sister, Hyde, will handle Darkula for now on, in case you were wondering.” Shattered opened his jaw to say more, but paused, staring at the lavender lady for one minute too long. He smiled and placed a finger over his lips, “Can’t overshare, now can we?” He winked and chuckled some more, only making Ender wince. “Get comfortable, my dear. This is your new home!”
    No… no, no, no she can’t- She’ll go insane! “N-no!” Ender actually tried to stand and face Shattered. If Ender was going to be Shattered’s host, then she wasn’t going to let him control her more than he already had. “You are not going…” she paused and clutched her side, “... not going to…”
    The grey parasite wasn’t amused by her pitiful attempt to prove her “strength”. They were all like this: Darkula, Venomous, and even FangTop always stood up against Shattered when he first started toying with their minds and inched them closer into ruining their own lives. Granted, he was impressed that his wife was willing to stand up against him after everything he’s done.
    But he was just getting started with the torture. Oh she was NOT prepared for what he had planned. Oh he couldn’t wait to BREAK her!
    “Oh yes you are.” He snapped his fingers and Ender’s arms were now spread apart. With each second, she could feel the magic that encased her wrists pull farther and farther away from her chest. She strained, it slowly became so unbearable and painful as if he was planning to actually dismember her. “Consider this ‘isolation’ justice, after all of those years you kept Hyde locked away in that horrid, cold, empty realm…”
    Ender’s eyes locked with his and a sickening feeling stabbed her gut. He knew… She didn’t know how or why, but Shattered knew Hyde and Ender’s past. This was retribution. Was this Hyde’s doing? In a way, she hoped this was her revenge, for Ender felt dreadful for what she’s done, how she acted and treated, and the state she left Hyde in when she abandoned her.
    Before she could recollect any more loathsome memories, Ender was brought back to reality when she felt one of her shoulders pop out of their sockets. She let out, yet again, another horrified and agonizing scream. Music to Shattered’s ears.
    Once he was satisfied for the time being, he dropped Ender back on the floor with a thud, and she held her shoulder with her sore arm. Dislocated. This time she actually sobbed from the torment. She prayed this was some sort of nightmare.
    “Oh would you look at the time!” Shattered pulled up a black pocket watch from his coat pocket and pointed at the glass. It was cracked, just like the rest of him. “I have things to do before the wedding ceremony! People to chat with, places to be, you know how tight these last minute preparations can be,” he wisped the watch away, “Like I said, make yourself at home, my dear, you’ll be here for a little more than your average stay. Your room has EVERYTHING you could possibly need! Except for an exit!”
    He stepped away, laughing at his own joke again, and the darkness seemed to consume him. She would be alone again, and somehow, that didn’t make Ender feel better at all. As if on cue, walls began to form around the bandaged spellcaster. No… A room began to manifest out of dark matter. A dark candle barely lit up the prison she was about to be encased in. A dark ceiling and dark, cold floor held her up.
    When the fourth wall began to build itself up, Ender realized that there was no door, so like the parasite said, no exit. She struggled to get up on her knees to maybe stop the construction of the room, but she felt dizzy and fatigued, unable to push forward. “Rest well, Hope,” Shattered stated, now all that was visible with the small opening was his face, “I’ll see you in two weeks!”
    By the time Ender managed to wobble to the wall, it was too late. Her good hand slammed against the barricade and she slid down it, curling up to cry some more in her prison, in the dark. She was so afraid of the dark…
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"I'll await your return, as you'll wait for mine. 'Til death do us part means nothing, for Death can never take you from me. It will never take our daughter from us.

Death fears me, for I have played God and created the one thing only they can control: Life. And I will love you all of my life, and Death will not stop me.

Wait for me, love... Wait for me."
-King Lucifer Agribor Nomed
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Part TWO of BackAgainAU Buddies! ^^ A lot shorter than part one, yes But it does have some OuO" Interesting parts Sorry if you ain't into horror or stomach turning things but I tried to filter it as much as I could (Trust me, I could have described it way worse than I have) But this will be be as bad as I get with writing the bad stuff. Shattered won't hurt her anymore, physically. He just had to take his wife down a few pegs. Cant give her wings and she can't have magic.

But it's okay because she still has her life ^^ Let me know what you all think! And thank you for the support on part one! It really means a lot! I will be replying to those comments on part one as soon as possible!