After That Fateful Night - Chapter 58 - Dawning of Twilight
Peguary Twenty-Ninth of the First Lunar Year
Twelve Eleven Post Meridian
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A scream pierced the riotous cacophony of battle as Gilda slid her sword between the plates of the dragoon’s armor, the death cries soon drowning into a gurgle as he choked on his own blood. That was the tenth that had fallen in the past few minutes, each kill growing more and more difficult as her sword arm tired under the strain of hefting the heavy blade about, and, as she looked past the slumping body of the dying griffon, all she could see were more lining up to take his place.
A muttered curse was all the young griffoness had time for before the mounting wall of Griffonian soldiers pressed into her position, spreading through her own regiment’s ranks and beginning the skirmish anew. Scimitar sliced through the air, the light infantry’s weapon of choice whistling into a sharp cry of metal on metal, to be parried with her own straight sword as a thrust of a pike glanced off her breastplate. Another rush of air swept her crest, the parried blade sweeping over her head, as she ducked its second lash and yanked on the outstretched polearm’s haft and brought the heavier soldier into the third, and final, downswing. The sharp blade cut into the griffon’s back and pulled its wielder to the ground with its victim as he screamed in pain, leaving her wide open to take the tip of Gilda’s sword through her eye.
She hopped back, nearly bowling over another pair in their own bloody brawl, when an arrow whizzed past her face mere inches from her beak, a squawk of surprise choked from her throat. “Fuck! It’s fucking Trottingham again!” Gilda’s eyes turned to the unicorn that had launched the projectile, ignoring the mare wailing in agony as she clutched at the shaft that had sprouted from her shoulder, a sneer spread across her face, and launched herself at the gold-armored stallion.
He barely had a chanced to nock his bow before she was upon him, blade slicing easily into his unprotected neck, and followed through with a leap into the air before another of the heavy infantry closed on her.
“Fuck, we aren’t gonna win this.” Her eyes swept across the battlefield and her fiery bravado fell away, replaced by queasiness, as she took in her surroundings. The once-neat, ordered ranks of ponies were spread and panicked, mingled as they were with well-armed and trained griffons and the occasional splash of gold-clad outcasts, and the thousand-strong batallion’s ranks were quickly thinning.
Gilda groaned, tearing her eyes from the battle below, and flew towards the airborne dogfight ahead. They’re fucked... I ain’t dying with them. A screech tore from her throat as she landed on another griffon’s back and tore at the stunned feline’s flight muscles with her free claw, sending her spiralling to her death. I’m gone if it gets worse. No fucking way in Tartarus I’m dying here. Not until that piece of shit is dead. She tilted her wings, corkscrewing as a pegasus dropped from the sky where she had been a second before, and met its assailant with a swift kick of her hind leg, tearing the surprised griffoness’ face open with her outstretched claws.
It’s so easy. How in Horus’ name are these ponies so pathetic? Her sword swung, cleaving through the knuckle of a tan wing, dooming its owner to gravity’s unrelenting pull. Another spin, a turn to meet a would-be skirmish, a quick lash of blade across the soldier’s chest, and she was free to seek out her next target. She raced toward the nearest griffon, his back turned to her as he grappled with a pegasus thrashing against his chest, their weapons forgotten, and loosed a warcry, weapon ready to cut into his back, but she never made it.
A flash of fire flared up in her chest as she was knocked away, scratching and clawing at her smouldering breastplate, while she fought to regain control of her flight. The blackened metal fell away, its straps torn to shreds, as the girl slammed into a cluster of corpses, her cries at impact silenced when the air was forced from her lungs with each rolling bounce across the unforgiving ground. A silent whimper was all Gilda could manage as she struggled for oxygen, her claws clutched against her blistered breast. Fucking unicorns... Fucking horned pieces of...
She coughed, cracking her eyes open, and grimaced as they met with the cold stare of a felled mare in the silver of Nightmare’s army. Her claws scrabbled as she tried to right herself, her body sore from the crash, and growled when her scorched breast was stretched taut. All around, yells and the clashing of metal combined into terrible din, fueling the disorientating throb that wracked her skull, an after effect of whatever the unicorn’s spell was meant to be. Gilda’s vision swam, focusing briefly on a pair of creatures rushing towards her, before wavering and sending her stomach into a fit. A groan escaped her lips as she grappled the nearest corpse, glared at the wavering forms mere yards away, and hurled the dead mare into them.
The trio crumpled to the ground, her would-be assailants caught by surprise, and it was only a matter of seconds before she was on them, screeching and clawing at their faces with her freshly sharpened talons. Blood soaked her scaly forelegs, the scent of fresh meat filling Gilda’s nostrils, and, by the time her vision had cleared, the griffons had joined the makeshift projectile in the afterlife. “Fucking... horn heads...”
A flicker of movement at the corner of her vision caught her eyes and, in a flurry of feathers and blood, she had wrenched the spear from one of the soldier’s claws and thrust it into the breast of the earth pony stallion that had tried to clobber her with what seemed like nothing more than a metal rod. Her breath came in short gasps, her heart hammering heavily enough to agitate the sweltering flesh of her breast, and her arms were getting tired. Her many injuries weighed on her body like anvils, sapping her stamina faster than even the frigid cold of the mountains of Griffonia, and she cast a silent prayer that the fight would soon be over, what reserves of her bloodlust lingered quickly dwindling. But, as she looked about the streets of Manehattan, at the bodies piling up and being replaced by the ever-swarming tide of ponies and griffons, her breath hitched. “Fuck...”
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Nightmare Moon’s ears swivelled as she marched ahead of the small army stepping in line to her hoofsteps. Silence filled the space between her and the assumed position of the griffons’ main camp, bringing with it an eerie calm that gnawed ever further at the resolve of the soldiers following in her wake. It had been hours since the griffons’ strange sorcery had been broken, yet, despite their proximity to the city’s center, nothing had made any further attempts against them.
The black mare’s eyes swept across the barren streets, the cold pavement and towering buildings the only reminders that the city had once been populated before the majority of ponies had fled the Griffonian war force, but nothing moved in the darkness save for the occasional stray newspaper blowing in the wind. Have they fled? Do they fear my power as they should now that I have seared the minds of their shamans? She kept her eyes forward, ever seeking, as they neared another intersection, opening themselves up to a pincer on their flanks had there been adversaries waiting. Instead, she saw only the other regiments of her soldiery gradually passing into view from further streets. No, that would be much too convenient. Perhaps they lie in wait further ahead, waiting for a more ample place to ambush. It seems plausible, but...
“My Queen, something isn’t right.” She turned to regard the pegasus beside her, watching as Indigo flicked her eyes back and forth. “We should have found something by now, but I can’t even see any ponies in the windows anymore.”
“You are correct. It is unsettling, certainly, and leaves me wondering what our eastern group is facing.” She closed her eyes, trying to drown out the clamour of marching hooves and truly listen for any other sound, anything that could offer insight into what was happening, where Steelfeather’s army was, anything, but the only sounds to reach her ears were those of the marching ponies and minotaur and the occasional cough amongst the soldiers. Nightmare’s lips curled as she snarled and stamped a hoof hard enough to crack the pavement. “I can hear nothing! The shadows conceal nothing! Something is amiss yet I know not what it is!”
The Moon Queen’s eyes glowed as her horn ignited with power and sent her voice booming through the empty streets. “We are being played for foals, my ponies, and I will not tolerate these cowardly tactics! Staff officers, direct your units east! We move to rendezvous with Private Gilda and her retinue!”
“D-do you think that was a good idea? Now the griffons will-”
“Know we are coming and fear the wrath we shall bring to them, or die trying to lay ambush.” The black mare turned her eyes east, looking past the ponies of the other groups coughing and scrambling to reform their ranks on the too-narrow streets. “Too many times have they forced my hoof, pushing me to outcomes I never wanted. Not this night.”
Indigo nodded, her mane bobbing lightly with the jerky motion, and tried to keep in step with the much larger mare, even as she found it harder to breathe. Questions played through her mind, each yearning to be asked only to die out before they found her voice, so instead they walked in silence, the daunting task ahead of them looming ever closer as they drew nearer their west-bound fellows. Still, one thought tugged at her despite her attempts to keep quiet, and eventually found its way past her lips. “What are you gonna do if we win?”
Turquoise orbs turned to her, instantly seizing her throat as their piercing glare bored into her. “When we finish eradicating any further resistance... I will be personally departing for the Drakenridge to recover my mate. I failed to protect her despite my promise, but I will not leave her body as the plaything of dragons. She belongs with me.”
The pale pony hung her head, barely noticing the minotaur that moved beside her until he spoke. “I doubt she cares about your little pity journey.”
“I-!”
Tyro coughed, ignoring the pony, and moved closer to Nightmare, his gait stiff,. “She wanted to know what you’re going to do as a ruler. The conflicts you have wrought have decimated your country. What do you plan to do about it? How do you plan to help Equestria survive with how weakened it is?”
“But I-!”
“I will solve the issues that arise as they do. Equestria will recover; I will ensure that it does.”
The two towering beings fell into dissent, leaving a wilted Indigo to fall behind, her ears turned back as they descended into heated debate, until a faint wisp of mist teased at her vision. She blinked, lifting her head, and stared forward, watching the lamp-lit streets. Every few seconds, a faint, almost indiscernible fog passed over her vision, and, almost as if it were miles away, she could hear the faint echo of screams. She looked up at the queen, her thoughts racing, as she puzzled through what she was seeing, and gasped. “No...
“My queen!” The pegasus jumped in front of Nightmare and flinched when the alicorn turned her fearful glare from Tyro to her. “I...” Her voice momentarily died in her throat at the monarch’s withering glance, and, for a brief second, Indigo regretted taking the night ruler’s focus, but she swallowed her nerves and pointed ahead. “My queen, I think we’re being misdirected. Look forward.”
Nightmare Moon’s gaze sharpened, scrutinizing the pony, before turning up from the trembling mare and to the road ahead. At first, all she saw were the quiet streets, the dark pavement empty save for the swathes of light provided by the streetlamps lining its sides, but, as her eyes swept back and forth further down the calm streets, she caught glimpses of a fog that she had never noticed before. “Again...” Her jaw stiffened, teeth grinding, and a spark of electricity ran up the length of her horn. “They fool us again with their strange sorceries! No more!”
Indigo Zap narrowly jumped out of the way as the black mare reared onto her hind legs, magic flaring at the peak of her focus as she slammed back onto all fours, and lanced a silvery beam of arcane power down the empty street. For a split second, there was no reaction to whatever spell Nightmare had cast, but, as if the very sky had opened from nowhere, a peal of thunder exploded and a hole formed in the scenery ahead. The smell of ozone radiated from the magic’s path, adding to the acrid stench of smoke that quickly filled her lungs. Her eyes watered as the fog cleared only to be replaced by a haze of smoke and death drifting on a breeze that carried with it the screams and clash of battle.
Nightmare’s eyes widened as she spun about, finally seeing everything about her. The once pristine buildings had been replaced by broken and smouldering remains, signs of recent fire and wreckage marring their facades. Bricks lay strewn across the road, explosions and broken bodies having knocked them from their places in the business and homes, and, far above and ahead, ponies and griffons locked each other in battle above the black clouds of fires. Her glare burned in fury as she took in the devastation, hidden from her by unknown magicks, and it was with a booming voice that she addressed her subjects. “My ponies, we move now! Their spells may have deceived us for a moment, but that moment has been short lived! Kill them, griffon and traitor alike! Kill them all and leave no survivor!”
Yells of surprise turned to battle cries as Nightmare Moon jumped into flight, her great black wings blotting out the sky, and rocketed towards the fight, her horn already charging her next spell. In a flash of light, another beam of pure energy seared the darkness, lancing through the bodies of a pair of griffons, and tore through the clouds blocking her moon. Their screams were silent as they fell to their deaths, the pain taking their voices as their organs boiled, but Nightmare’s fury had turned elsewhere. Thousands of wings filled the vast sky above Manehattan, consuming what little light Nightmare’s namesake could provide through the cloud cover behind the owners’ back, blending each winged creature into the next as their skirmished for aerial superiority.
She found another victim, a smaller griffon in armor almost too heavy to fly in, and launched a bolt of electricity into his chest. The hybrid seized and tumbled from the sky, the electricity racing across his body and jumping to others in his flight as their armor attracted the spell’s wrath, sending each new adversary plummeting to their deaths until the magic’s power faded, leaving its victims’ twitching corpses for the ponies below to loot. Each spell she cast, each new cry of anger, drew attention from the pegasi locked in combat, urging the griffons to fight more ferociously in order to combat the new threat and the slowing growing flight of reinforcements that were taking to the skies behind her.
Soon, the surprise of her attack wore and blades turned to her, brought by the iron grips of griffons, and debilitating magicks and arrows arced from the ground. The moon queen twisted and turned, weaving between the new onslaught of projectiles and adversaries, as her own magic coalesced into a wicked curved blade and a nigh invisible bubble about her body. She met each foe with a manic grin, her eyes wide as she cleaved the griffons and steel-clad pegasi into bloody pieces, ignoring the lances of fatigue that spiked at her horn with each spell absorbed and every arrow deflected by her shield. “Come, foals! Offer yourselves to me and fall on my blade!”
Indigo flinched as the black mare’s cackle filled the air, only to swerve from her flight path as she ducked under the swing of a Griffonian scimitar. She twisted her body, her wings splayed out wide, and grimaced as she was showered with blood when the razor edge of her razor-lined appendages cut into the unsuspecting griffoness’ stomach. The pegasus fought not to retch as the stench of gore filled her nose, yet still steadied her flight, eager to not be caught unawares as the eastern front had obviously been. She scanned the skies, watching as the ponies pushed back harder against the invaders, their dismal morale lifted at the sight of their queen tearing through the Griffonians, yet, even with the turn of power and reinforcements, the griffon numbers were overwhelming.
Each dead leonine brought with it two of their side, and, as the corpses piled in the streets below and were pushed off to make way for more to take their place, the pony forces were quickly dwindling. Indigo’s stomach dropped, her body shaking. We weren’t prepared for this... We couldn’t have-
“Move it, dweeb!”
A spear rocketed past her muzzle, making her flinch back, and halted a scant few feet away as it thudded heavily into the neck of a griffon that had taken an interest in her distraction. She screamed, hot liquid dribbling down her hind legs, as a female griffon rushed by her and wrenched the spear from the falling corpse. “I-I...!”
“If you’re gonna just sit there, then die already. Shit, you ponies piss me off.” Gilda growled under her breath, turning towards Nightmare Moon with a twist of her body. “Bucking idiot.”
“W-wait!” Indigo beat her wings, chasing after the griffoness and dodging the soldiers that rose to block her path. The invaders were quickly regaining the advantage, taking their numbers and regrouping into pairs, and struck the pegasi from the sky as the heavily armored dragoons pushed the ground-bound ponies back. She strained for breath as the wind buffeted her mane and tugged at her feathers, trying to ignore the choking grasp of the smoke rising from the streets and the heavy stench clinging to her hind legs. The silver-clad griffon had already reached the queen, her arms swinging madly as she yelled at the mare almost as if she was ignorant of the soldiers that dropped around them from the black pony’s magic. Still, Indigo pushed through the growing winds, shutting the icy bite of winter from her thoughts, until she had caught up with the griffon turncoat.
“-fucking leave! They’re beating our flanks!”
“We will not let-” The alicorn grunted as a particularly large arrow punctured her shield only to disintigrate as it passed through. “a single one of these whelps leave this battle alive.” A chill ran up the pegasus’ spine as Nightmare’s furious glare passed over her to focus on Gilda. “They have brought death upon their heads with their actions against my nation.”
She didn’t raise her voice above a growl, yet both griffon and pony could feel the power resonate through their bodies. “I wanna kill these fucks, Rahmir, as much as you, but- Horus, damnit! Pony! You fucking tell her!”
Indigo’s wings froze for a fraction of a second as the sudden attention stopped her thoughts, forcing her to flap twice as hard to recover her altitude. Her bottom lips tasted like blood as she watched the night ruler’s features, the impassive stare Nightmare had donned quickly melting into anger, then rage, and it was only after she had started to speak that she realized she’d been biting her lip. “Wu-we... We won’t win this, my queen. There are too many griffons and we don’t have the training for-”
Her heart seized as the black glow of the alicorn’s magic wrapped around her, and Gilda’s, body. She wanted to close her eyes, unable to imagine what was going to happen to her, but couldn’t tear away from the monarch’s glare. Electricity ran through her body and she tried to prepare herself for the inevitable punishment for speaking against Her Majesty when an explosion behind her dazed her senses and bathed her in heat that should have seared her skin and melted her eyes.
As quickly as it had come, the fire died and both Indigo and Gilda were released from the barrier spell that had shielded them from the worst of the bomb, leaving them with nothing more than singed fur. “Thu-thank yo-”
“Resume the battle. When our ground soldiers arrive, we shall push these foals back into the city and crush them against the very walls they seek to destroy.” The queen’s mane whipped into a roiling storm, engulfing her body until all that remained was the swirling field of stars. “Slaughter them all.”
Nightmare sliced through the air, engulfing and consuming any foes that crossed her path, and left a trail of bloody mist in her wake until she came to rest in the center of the expanding enemy ranks. With a brilliant flash, gore rained around her as she burst into being once more, throwing the remnants of the corpses she had consumed into their comrades, martyring them with the bones of the consumed, and, as her blade of magic coalesced at her side once more, she laughed. The soft, chuckle started in her chest as a light hum that resonated in her magic, making the black sword flash with each shake as it sang through the flesh around her, and built until her deep, throaty howling rattled the windows not yet shattered by the fires.
At once, the griffons converged on her. She watched each feathered feline, decked in their thick, blood-painted plate, raise their arms against her only to fall as her magic cut through them as if the armor wasn’t even there. Those that came close enough to strike at her quickly fell to lightning or horn, their bodies jerking as the searing plasma and razor-sharp focus dropped them beside their fellows. As quickly as their attack had started, they grew wary, no long confident that their numbers would prevail, and took their movements more carefully even as the black mare’s movements grew more erratic and sadistic.
For each parried swing of her magickal weapon, she responded with a mote of explosive spellfire that seared through flesh and steel until it burst and washed everything around its target in unquenchable flames. Her fearsome grin nearly reached her eyes, flicking between her circling adversaries, daring them to make more attempts at her even as they did all that they could to keep from being skewered by the indiscriminate blade dancing through their ranks. Her fangs flashed as a griffon lunged at her, screaming in the screeching language of his people, and dug into his neck, biting through the thinner metal. His body went limp and blood pooled in Nightmare’s mouth, staining her tongue crimson and washing it with its metallic tang.
She flashed a smile around his throat that fell into a grimace as a sharp fire blossomed from her side. The body of the griffon fell from her mouth as she wrenched a scimitar from her barrel, tearing it and its former owner’s talon away from the beast that had dared to strike her. The wailing girl clutched the fountaining stump where her claw had been moments ago as Nightmare turned her ire towards her. The light of magic flared brighter around her horn, the sounds of battle raging around her forgotten as the same black light enveloped her assailant, and crumpled her into a sack of shattered bones and liquefied organs.
“You do not deserve the right to think you struck any-”
An arrow bloomed from her neck, its bright white feathers a stark contrast to her black fur. She grunted, more and more small nicks and cuts following as the growing fires of pain radiated from her two heavier wounds slowed her attacks. Each swipe brought more distraction, made all the more difficult by the shaft lodged in her muscle and the soft pit-pat of her blood dripping into the puddle at her hooves, until she was surrounded again by griffons and ponies with renewed vigor. A parry to her right opened her flank to the left, taken advantage of immediately, the lashing of a buck crumpled an attacker from her rear, but brought a spear cutting through her wing.
Each new foe was cut down, but not before they left their mark upon her in the form of the letting of her own life source. Luna’s breaths grew ragged, her vision wavered, but she stood her ground as the Equestrian traitors and griffons not currently indisposed by her soldiers surrounded her for the final blow. They will not take me this night... Her horn glowed a bright white, each new second bringing with it more and more light shimmering around her, until the intense blaze of power surged from her horn with a deafening peal of thunder. In the breadth of a second, icy moonlight seared a circle around her and grew until her spell was exhausted, the polar cold flash freezing the closest soldiers and leaving those on the outskirts of its ray raking at the bodies with ice-blackened limbs as they choked on the frostbitten remnants of their breath.
Hundreds lay dead around her, shattered as they fell to the ground, but it hadn’t been enough.
Luna collapsed under the weight of her wounds and exhaustion, bleary eyes tracking the cautious approach of the northern invaders. They converged around her once more, their thinned ranks still blotting out her view of the crumbling cityscape, glee and fear intermingled upon their faces, until the crowd split to allow a single griffon stroll through the part. The grey feathered hybrid smirked down at her, swiping his crest back as he lifted the padded metal helmet from his brow.
“So, here we are. The last stand for your pathetic species before they’re brought under the waiting jaws of their natural betters.” He chuckled, scratching at a scar that edged between his eyes and beak. “I had thought you stronger than this, monster, but I guess even nightmares are nothing more that our fears playing into themselves. Still...” Rahmir glanced across his decimated ranks and to the ponies fleeing for their lives behind the incapacitated mare. “You gave us quite a lot of trouble for a bunch of prey. I’m going to enjoy feeding off your ponies, getting fat from their children’s flesh like the cattle they are. It’s such a shame that you already took care of that dear sister of yours, though. She’d grown quite plump.”
Nightmare growled, trying to flare her magic to lash out at the smug warrior only to end up gasping as the feedback from the surge left her thoughts reeling. Too much... “Spare me... your insufferable boasting..., foal. Your feats are not even your own...” She smirked as the griffon’s face twisted into a sneer and he lashed out at her, raking sharpened nails across her face.
“Ignorant...!” Rahmir sighed, swiping back the crest that had fallen over his face, and returned her grin. “Maybe we shouldn’t kill you tonight. My people will cheer when I bring them a succulent morsel such as yourself back to the mountains to chew upon and defile you all while they praise my name to Horus. After I’ve sired a few hippogriffs from your fat cunt, of course. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Rahmir laughed as she flinched, but as quickly as the fear had come, the black queen replaced it with bravado. “That would be your own mistake. Let me live and I will regain my strength and bring the moon down upon your insignificant, feathered heads. For each member that ravages my body, a thousand barbs will render them bloody and useless.” She laughed, his grimace fueling her mirth, and spat at him. “You do not invoke fear in me, mortal foal. You are nothing more than a speck in the eternity that is my life and nothing you do to my body will spare you from the pain I will enact upon you in return! You will pray that the beasts of Tartarus come take you so that you may know the mercy of their touch!”
“Enough!” A claw lashed against her face, silencing her tirade, as the large griffon grit his beak and furrowed deep ravines in his brow. “You’re right! Sparing you would be moronic, but your death shall be anything but swift!” He ignored the muttered 'coward’ as he turned his back towards the alicorn. “Bring her to the-”
“Rahmir!”
The burly Warchief turned, glaring at the griffon that had called out to him, only to gasp, his eyes wide, as a spear thudded through his armor and into a hind leg. He howled in pain, tearing at the light mail around his thigh to dislodge the weapon as Gilda hovered above them, and screamed for the soldiers around him to kill her. He grunted, tearing the pole from his leg, and grabbed Nightmare by the mane only for a thunderous roar to pierce the cacophony of battle like a trumpet of roar.
The injured queen sucked in air as she was dropped back to the ground, her tired eyes watching hobbling form of the venerated Warchief fleeing from battle, when a heavy crash shook the ground beneath her. Another roar, this one directly above her head, was followed by the screams of the winged felines as a blazing heat banished the chill of winter. Sharp cracks and wet squelches filled her ears, brought by the frenzied swiping of large, broad claws and gnashing, razor-lined maw. The soldiers that had aimed to kill her in her weakened state turned and fled from the massive shadow thrashing through their thinning numbers, but the great beast quickly gave chase, it’s massive body uncurling from the buildings to crush the bug-like creatures beneath it claws.
Nightmare’s vision grew dim as she stared out at the retreating forms of the Griffonian remnants before turning up to look into the bright facade of her namesake. Another shadow blotted her vision, much smaller than the gargantuan frame of the black serpent, silhouetted by the light of her moon, and drew closer until it settled before her with a dull thud. The black mare sighed as a smaller form dropped from its back, straining to rise even as the unicorn rushed to her side and pushed her down. “R-Roma! Go find somebody to help! I-I’ll keep Luna s-safe!” Cold wetness pelted her fur, stinging as it seeped into her wounds, but that couldn’t stop the soft smile from crossing her muzzle. “D-don’t worry, L-Luna! We’ll get you help...”
At least... Even if it is a phantasm... I can see her one more time. “I love you, Twilight.”
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Author’s Notes: Whew! What a doozy! Finished another chapter and let me tell you, this one was a bitch to get how I wanted it to go. There were major changes to it many times throughout its writing, cause shitloads of delays as I fought to figure out just how I wanted this shit to go, and boy was it just awful, but, it shall be delayed no longer. Enjoy this and try not to slip off that cliff.
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