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Blackheart was slightly concerned. Something was wrong with Pari and he still wasn’t able to find out what it was. He sent her home, she should take the night off and sleep a bit. 

It was starting to dawn over Las Vegas, when he finally came back home.

Pari waited for him. “Did you really wait the whole night, my love? I hope not” he asked quietly and pulled her into a gentle kiss.

Of course he couldn’t resist her sweet request. “Lie down with you? Sure I will, baby. Just let me get rid of anything unnecessary …” he said and dropped his coat to the ground. 

Carefully he lifted Pari on his arms and carried her to their bedroom. With a smile he laid her down and followed her. 

“Well it’s for the Halloween party of course! I was asked to help with decorations after all, and what All Hallows’ Eve is complete without a skeleton or at least a few bones!”

This time, however, he had his sights on February. Her lifelong dream was to get on a boat and sail, to see for herself that the ocean and the sky can very well be linked into one ongoing continuum. She had expressed one day in that little coffee shop when he started to grow an interest in her that it was one of her fantasies. He had offered, at the time, for her to join him in sailing one of these days. Today it was going to go to fruition.  

He had been wearing a casual outfit on this trip, something he could not openly dress ever so often. Just a lightweight collared shirt that set loosely on his frame unbuttoned along with white capris and loafers. Though he’d usually abandon all footwear once the ropes were untied and the boat was in possession of the sea.

He was waiting for her presence at the dockside to help her into the boat. There was a lingering thought of doubt floating in the back of his mind that she would not show up. Her fears getting the best of her and he would be forced to call the whole trip off. He had some faith though as he crossed his arms and waited while the sun poured down on him.

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The world had gone to shit as the remnents of despair took over. Each doing their own thing and killing whoever they wanted. One though was at his newly made alter, sitting at the top watching the world go by with his beasts at his side. His arms kept bound across his chest and the anaconda wrapped around him and resting above him looking mencingly down on the world. Hearing a noise, the Dark Lord opened one eye and looked around, spotting the source.

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Rhealyn was sat in the recovery room where she was taken. She can’t remember much of the incident and as to how she ended up here, all she knew was that she was somewhere she didn’t know, covered in bandages, missing an arm and her eye gone. It felt weird to be here, she felt out of place and a bit different. She didn’t know what to make of this.

Blackheart was pissed. He was on the way back home to the penthouse, when a mugger blindsided him. Somehow everything went wrong, and man managed to cut his throat before he could kill him.

It was a bloody mess. Of course, the cut healed pretty fast, yet he looked like a slaughtered animal. 

Hissing he wiped the blood off his face, when somebody approached him.