(I never really noticed it, but I guess I'm really starting to like and fall for them, but, what choice should I make?) Klein's heart aches at the thought of not making the right choice, for the path he's about to undergo in would be thorny, difficult, and painful, there's too many of them, and many factors needed to be accounted for.
(I always told to myself that I shouldn't really make myself fall for anyone, for once the time comes when I have to leave this world and return home, I will make them sad.) He can't bear to witness another tragedy where people became sad and depressed because of him, if there's a path he could take where he could simply make everyone happy, he tredge in a heart's beat.
But that path is foggy, full of unknown variables and the outcome he wishes for might not even be it.
"Either way, you will have to make a choice, if you stay with that Angel as of right now, then that would also be your choice, I can't force you to make one, but I at least can share my thoughts with you." Is that supposed to be a good thing or bad thing, because Roselle used to sleep around with women by a lot.
"I..."
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Night time for Backlund, fuck this shithole, you know why I adore and hate this place, this place is literally filled with so many walking disasters that could set off at the slightest mistake.
Within the bravehearts bar, a blonde haired woman was situated at a random corner and drinking by herself, alone, with eyes dropping down.
Wearing simple garment and dress, not the usual regal black dress, Sharron wanted to take it light this time, and feel the weight be lifted off of herself, even if it's physical, not the mental depression she's undergoing in right now.
"Excuse me, can we share the same seat, it seems all the tables and seats are filled, you don't mind, do you?" A soft spoken woman, adorning a long brown hair over her head walk over to the lonely Sharron.
"... O- okay." She didn't make a big fuss or anything, and simply let her.
Putting down her drink on the table, the brown hair woman then took out a small book, and started writing some notes over it.
Sharron couldn't help it, but direct her eyes at the woman beside her and whatever she is writing right now, she then saw long sentences over and over as minutes passes by, and those words finally came into fruition.
(Wait, those are... Erotica?) She's writing smut to be more direct and precise.
"You interested?" The brown haired woman then noticed the blond woman's gaze upon her writing, and asked in a polite manner.
"Umm, not really..." She casted her gaze in shame, those words of literature, the memories she shared with Sherlock came flooding in, she became incapable of hating those sweet moments, no matter what.
The feeling of endowment of love from his embrace, the way he thrusted his hips, Sherlock's thing going in and out inside of her, Sharron's womb throbbed at the thought of them.
"So- sorry, but i think I'm gonna leave for a moment!" Sharron then stood up, and leave immediately in a rather cautious but fast manner, as if she's hiding something.
"Hmm... Haha, what an easy face." Fors was already able to tell and judge from the blonde haired woman's reaction just now, guessing what she will be doing in the next few minutes the moment where there be no prying eyes around.
Huff Huff Gasp
Sharron's gasped for air, brimming and blewing with hot air all over her body, the sensual vibe she emanated off was due to her unsatiated libido still on its peak, it's been quite a while since Sherlock attended to her.
Squelch Squelch
Putting in and sliding her fingers inbetween inside of her hole, Sharron's brain was continuously filled and supplied with the pleasure of joy and ecstasy for every touch and graze she make with the walls of her pussy.
"Stupid, stupid Sherlock, how dare you use that cock on other woman, that thing is mine, and mine alone!" Sharron's masturbation became more and more aggressive for each second passing, unbeknownst to her, she was instinctively raising hip hips and crotch with her back and head still on the pillow, the rising up of her lower would be the conceptualization imagery of the pleasure she's producing and receiving.
Out of nowhere, Sharron's spirituality tingled and alarmed at a fast rate, someone's coming in.
By the darkness from a small corner, a figure started to emerge, forming the silhouette of a headless with four identical heads on her hands.
Reinette's Tinekkeer figure then took color and appeared by the corner of the room, turning all her heads, she saw and looked over at Sharron who was masturbating by her bed.
She got caught.
"Wai- wait, this isn't what it looks like!" Sharron became alarmed, fearing for her life, the image of Reinette looming over her small figure, in a bid to scold her unrestrained student.
Using a pillow to block whatever is on her way, Sharron covered on the bed, shaking terribly, Reinette's head then started speaking.
"Sherlock... wants... to... meet... you..."
"... Eh...?"
Those words immediately bring Sharron back to the real world, her eye glistened and widen upon hearing his name, and the fact he wanted to meet with her.
"Mansion... tonight..."
Sharron was then suddenly thrown into a fickle, she have to be the one to meet him this time.
"Grrr... No! Don't wanna!" Sharron pouted and acted like a spoiled brat, with arms crossed, head sideways.
"He... wanted... to... talk..." Not intending to say and stay anything longer, Reinette's figure then started to become smaller and descended into the ground, as if she was being swallowed.
"He wanted to talk to me?" Sharron was perplexed and confused, she doesn't know what's he's planning right now, but it appears he wanted to fix their relationship, this is an opportunity, it's a sign he doesn't hate her.
Immediately putting on her usual black regal dress, Sharron didn't hesitate to enter the spirit world and head to the mansion.
Her face full of joy and hope, but suddenly, she was hit with dark thoughts.
(But, what if he actually hates me, and told me he never wants to see me again, should I go?) Sharron's heart sanked into depression, unable to face one of the possible dark outcome.
"He hates you, you shouldn't meet him right now." Voices of devilry whispers into her ears.
Sharron shake and tremble, she did terribly mess up for assuming too much and not taking the proper course of actions, but on another, she was being given another chance, it's not like Sherlock was free from mistakes either way.
A blonde haired priest was currently standing by Sharron's side, unbeknownst to her, his words of temptation towards rejection was immaculate and calculated, Sharron was leaning in.
As she was about to suddenly head back in the opposite direction of where she was heading in earlier.
"Stop it, Adam." Bethel Abraham appeared out of nowhere in front of Sharron.
Adam took a glance over Bethel, they then stared at each other with deep glaring eyes.
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"Hey, what the fuck are you making me do, I'm not a spectator!"
Will Auceptin, the snake of mercury, was held up high in the air by the long arms of Evernight, looking into the far trenches of fate, he's being forced into write and rewrite the future, battling Adam's interference.
As of right now, Fors Wall made a random choice to try a new bar on the other side of Backlund.
This particular actions made her unknowingly met with Sherlock's former supposed lover, Sharron.
But what's is it supposed to do.
Throughout history, even the smallest set of actions can determine someone's future and fate.
Just by accident, Fors writing managed to encapsulate Sharron, making her remember of the times she shared with Sherlock.
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In the center of corpse cathedral, where Adam sat on the podium while praying to a large overbearing cross in the middle.
Sharron was then met with doubts as fear struck her core, making her unable to proceed forward.
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But just as Adam's virtual persona managed to temp Sharron, Bethel Abraham, another King of Angel interfered with his acts of devilry, a figure of the same standing and level as Adam.
"Fuck this, I'm not built for something like this!" Will Auceptin wailed and cried as Evernight uses him.
"Keep going, Im also dealing with another." Evernight's voice was firmed and cold, as on the other side of the astral world, an hanged man in an upside down manner was forcefully suppressing Evernight's interference with Fate.
True Creator can't directly interfere with Fate on the grand scale of things like Evernight, but he can suppress and battle her status, making her confused, unable to comply with her self.
With that, it appears the battle was left with Will and Adam interfering with the situation.
While Adam and Bethel was in a growing spire of aggression.
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"I've decided, I take them all on, Arianna, Sharron, I take them both!" An idealistic goal, but a goal nonetheless, Klein made a bold choice as he stared at the night sky with the crimson moon hanging up through the window of his mansion.
It will surely be a thorny path and an extremely difficult one, but who is Fate to say he cannot?
He's the Fool afterall.