¬ Fashire
The crystal chamber was dark and still.
The heel of my boots clicked against the floor as I ventured deeper into the dark abyss that was her prison.
This was a last resort I never wanted. She pushed me to this!
"Ah… my golden boy…" her low voice rang out in resonating echoes that never failed to irk me.
"Delico," I greeted, doing my utmost to hide the annoyance embedded in my tone. She still managed to pick up on that, however.
Her chuckles rang throughout the void. "I have told you to stop calling me that. Well… this is a rarity. I can barely recall when last you have come to see me," she remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of restrained excitement.
I chuckled bitterly. "Frankly, I never envisioned this day ever arriving."
My jaw tightened, reluctant to even make my request. I was committing a grievous crime by even coming here, but my options were limited. This was my second time here, a second time I never wanted to be a reality.
