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Log Inmate Name: Thorn "Cain" Grey.
Prison Sentence: Dereliction of Duties.
Status: Yellow.

All I could remember was the darkness of the cell. The only light barely illuminated my cage was from a heavy six inches steel door covered in purity seals, blessed to either keep me in or grant my soul to pure pain. It was cold, with the air freezing my lungs and the buffs of smoke I breathed out in each breath; they didn't bother giving me a bed or even clothes, leaving me to freeze in the dark, cold void with only what I'd done, what I've "deserved," they said. I was a worshiper to the throne, to his grace, even tasked to kill the alien, the mutant, the demons, the heretic... And the traitor. Yet now I lay here, arms restrained in shackles burnt onto my skin and arms, hung up like fresh meat for the butcher to chop.

"What did I do?" I asked himself. "Why did I deserve such pain if I were to follow their tasks of truth, devotion, and undying loyalty to my God?"

Yet no answer was brought to me, only the echo of my words, the buffs of smoke, and the ever-growing darkness that lingered around me as I searched my mind to find the answers.

I don't know how long I stayed in that dark and cold cage, but soon I was only lowered from the sounds of metal chains rattling and then feeling the hard metal paneled floor against my bare feet. Soon the loud clicks came from the door, and I was finally greeted by light; the red glow of flames was what I felt, but I did not feel its warmth; instead, I felt fear. There at the door stood a woman. She looked older yet held a figure of both beauty and strength; the clacks of her heeled boots echoed as she came closer to me; at her side, wrapped around her arm, was a large black leather book, and in her, another black-gloved hand was a metal whip.

Her body was covered in a black coat and behind her stood four red and white-robed people with their heads bowed and arms held together.

"P-please," I spoke out to her. "I am a loyal servant of his holy grace on the golden throne; I've done only what was tasked of me by his grace." I said; the fear in me grew before she swung the but of her whip against my face hitting my jaw to silence me from talking and making a sound as she spoke, looking down at me.

"Make sure this heretic is still in one piece upon my return; I have other important tasks at hand, do what you must if it's needed." She said, turning around and walking past the robed beings leaving them and me as the door slowly sealed shut. Soon I saw the eyes of red under their robes and trays from the walls of my cage extend out with a vast array of tools, instruments, and equipment of pain as I now knew where I was and that I would never be released from my cage for a long time as the light fainted. I was left to the red glow of the robed beings.

Torture was not what they've done to me or my body; you wouldn't know agony if you even lived through it; what they've done made me see, feel, hear and take was beyond the very word. First, they removed my bone enhancement, weakening my body to being more fragile than pottery before cutting off my knees and forming me to crawl on wondering coal, after which they infested me with strange devices. I latch onto my organs and feel their cold metal claws, blades, and needles stab, cut, and inject various amounts of chemicals, some burning and some increasing the pain, feeling the cuts of razors on my skin. Barbed chains wrapped and bound me, cutting my skin at each struggle and tightening more.

This went on for days, and soon they started feeding me scraps of raw meat or human waste, even going to lengths of starving me for fifteen days, to the point I looked dead and sick beyond all measure. Moving me from one cage to another, each with varying amounts of tormenting from having psykers tear apart my very being, making me relive all the nightmares and horrors of all the wars I've been through or other wars. My body was broken, my mind yet still whole though shattered, I still had faith, "I am no heretic you whore, I am a proud loyalist of Cadia, servant of his grace and the throne of the imperial guard of his Astra Militarum!"

The inquisitor held her stern, cold blank look, yet in her eyes was disgust and hatred in its purest form; I didn't know what came over me, but I couldn't help it and formed something I thought I'd never do; I smiled at her. I felt something on my weak, shivering, broken body as if pitting her for not her failure to prove her accusations but her belief that all this time I was a traitor, a heretic, yet my smile grew from a smile on my face.

Still, to full laughter, the laughter I thought was near impossible for me, but I let it out; it felt good and genuinely entertaining to see such a high figure fail at their doings.

This caused her face to fall with her true expression written all over it, a face of pure disdain, hatred, and malic, and her to only coil her whip and proceed to let out lashes on my body, leaving large open gashes on my arms, legs chest back. I still laughed with the largest smile on my face till my cheeks ached and laughed till I felt the urge to pass out, only to be drawn from it by her whipping; this continued for days. I continued to laugh and smile at every torment they wrought on my body. Pulling my nails out, pulling out my teeth, branding my tongue and body, scalping my head, scattering with my brain, mind, and memories, injecting drugs of hallucinations or my body's sensitivity, shocking the nerves, and testing for poisonings. I just laughed and smiled as they injected medications and simulates to heal my body.

Soon they never came, nor did the food or water only left to hang with sore cheeks and lungs in the cold and dark till finally, she came; my smile returned, but it never arrived at the sights of what looked like a little girl, an imperial child that stood before her. I didn't know what came over her to bring a child to witness the horror of the imperium that dubbed those of wrongs, sins, and crimes until she spoke to me.

"A heretic meets another heretic, yet one says they are loyal, and the other isn't both hunger and thirst; one will live, one will die, choose your fate, traitors." She said two guardsmen cut us free and broke our chains, leaving only our shackles to stay. We just looked at each other, a child claiming to be a heretic and a man falsely accused of both hundred with bodies suffering starvation. The girl had scars like mine, yet she did not hesitate; she ran at me with a piece of rusted scrap metal wrapped in dirty, ragged cloth fashioned into a makeshift shake. I had no choice but to dodge; I would not dare attack a child, not to for fill my hunger nor my lust for combat, but it was immoral, even if it were a traitor or heretic, soon with moments to hours both of hour bodies gave out and we only stood few feet away from each other.

"Just die, traitor, due and let me eat, damn it." The child said, shocked by its tone and language. I refused to speak to such a brat.

"Such a child should not have such a tone, let alone language; your family would be disappointed, let alone displeased," I said, scolding her.

"You'll die as they did, for the powers and for me to fill my belly, to hell with the holy emperor and his rules; I want what I want." She said before backing away from my gaze to her; the burning hatred grew bit by bit. I, too, was once a father and prepared to deal with children, let alone their rebellious phases, yet to disrespect the God emperor was something else beyond blasphemy.

"Watch. Your. Tone. Child." He said, using the last bits of my body strength to tower over her as the thoughts of her being a heretic grew.

She only backed away slowly before getting down on three with the shake pointed towards me as she readied herself to pounce. "Oh mighty God, Khorne, give me the strength to slaughter this one that dares look down on me; let them see the power you can give me," she muttered to herself, only for me to brace, and she lunged herself at me. She was no longer imperial as to speak the name of chaos and let anyone know the words of heresy resulted in death, which I brought to this traitor. Grabbing her tiny body from mid-air and slamming her down with all my might on my knee feeling her weak body bend and the loud cracking of bones come from her body. Grabbing her rusted shake from her small soft hands and slashing up her neck, slicing her throat open, finally finishing it and striking the blade down, piercing the back of her neck and feeling the blade break between her spines vertebra and her gargles as blood pour freely.

The rage made me do it; the words of treason from an imperial made me do it; I come to realize what I've done. I took the life of a child in my own hands, a bloody child; even if she was charged with treason and acts of heresy, it's only a child; her blood stained my hands, and before I could even morn the inquisitor's voice soon echoed within my cage.

“Perhaps you may be loyal as you said, now enjoy your meal, “loyalist,” for you shall receive more once the mess is felt with.”

My heart nearly stopped at the words she said as I only looked up to the source of her voice within my dark cage; that was her plan for me, to starve me, beat me, break me down, and now come to savagery. "This only a child, you heartless witch, a damn child! You expect me to feast on you like a feral beast!"

I screamed out but was only greeted by silence by the cold and dark that remained, and now I was alone with a corpse on one side of my cage. I sat on the other side, my mind screaming over and over, believing it to be false. A plan of the old harpy's desire to watch others suffer for her sick sadistic pleasure, the lady inquisitor, speaks of cleansing those that are the criminal, the traitor, and the heretic when she commits to such heretical actions.

I can only imagine her watching me behind the stone and metal walls of my cage as the days go by, rubbing herself off my body, withering to the bone from hunger like the sick heretic she was. I sat away from the corpse with the knife in hand; it wasn't much of a burial. Still, I gave the child a death worth worthy enough to be forgiven by the emperor and me; at least I kept reminding myself as what felt like days passed on end.

I couldn't take it any longer, the cold that kept growing, shivering my body near numb as my hands and feet lacked feeling and turned to pale white, the ever-growing hunter's voice of reason playing in my head; I wanted... I needed to eat, to serve the emperor forever, to die here and to this, which would only prove her right as I am a heretic. Just close your eyes, take big bites and chew as fast as possible, and ignore the taste as much as possible.

With that, I crawled towards the corpse of the rotting body, her face hands and feet were first to go seeing them wither away with the smell of rot, finklematter in the air, and the buzzing sounds of flies and the site of maggots eating away her muscle and skin. I only needed to cut them off, taking the once rusted shake and began to cut them off, with easy and rotted blood pouring out all that was left of the bones, yet the shake though sharp, was not durable enough to cut, let alone saw, through them, this was her plan, to watch me become what I fear to be.

Every ounce of my very being wanted me to end it all there or stop, but soon, the voices of reason came to mind.

"Eat, it is their fault, the ones that put you to suffer this, eat! Bare the pain, bare the hate of those that witness you; if they wish for you to become what they want you to be, then let them suffer, not the alien heretic mutant demon or traitor but those that you protect; after all, you need to eat, and what is the difference from them to the other?"

With that said, I liked the blade into the body, seeing it was less decomposed and rotted. Chatting the belt openly till I felt the stop hinting the rib cage, plunged my hands in, and held my eyes closed shut, grabbing the first thing I felt and pulling it out into my open mouth as quickly as possible and taking a bite. Before the first couple of chews in an attempt to swallow, I only regurgitated instantly; the smell was unbearably the taste still lingered in my teeth and tongue; I've committed the most heinous sins and crimes, to add on those, all because of him.

The traitor that dared share the blood traitor that I loved and called brother, the very heretic to take away all that I loved, all that I cared for, all that I wanted away from my life. He placed his sins on me to burden me for the rest of my days and cursed me to the holy hunter's accusation of murder in this world. All lies, tricks, schemes, and faultless crimes were placed on me by those who were against me because I was "the favored one." looking back at the corpse, I could only feel disgusted till the voices came back into my mind and spoke.

"You did it; you are far from rescue by his grace; you are no longer human nor will you be recognized as one; I am proud of you and disgusted; you were always a pawn to them and forever will be all because your blind faith to be forgiven of what you've did and done."

"Silence!" I screamed at nothing, looking around in the dark, moving my arms to cover my hand and my ears and eyes, and curled up in a ball over my filth.

"You know you can never be forgiven, and the only way is by death, death of them and all others that wish your end or to stop you... or theirs; this is now our task Cain; this is what we will have to do to stay alive and survive."

"Leave me alone! Get out of my head you beast!"

"She is gone Cain! They both are, he no longer sees you as part of your family and he is dead by your blood-soaked hands. All you have to do is eat and kill Cain! Eat! And! Kill! If all those that you protect hates you and fears you then they will be your next meal and corpse to build up to his light! Only then he himself will forgive you! Eat Cain! And kill them all!"

It was done; I finally broke and gave in to it; the hunger, the rage, the cold, the dark, it all disappeared, and soon I only let out a roar of hatred laid on all fours and began to eat the corpse, the smell of rotted blood filled and clouded my mind. Its old copper tastes glazed my tongue of what little taste buds I had left as I sank my teeth into the squishy tender meat of muscles, veins, and flesh of humans as the voices of women man and children screamed my name. Making me continue to devour faster to near choking; the cold was gone, my body's strength slowly returned to me from each bite, and the darkness soon lifted to where I saw only red.

After hours, blood stains were on the floors and walls, and maggots and flies littered around the cage. My hands, feet, and face were soaked in the blood of heretics and traitors of the emperor, the first corpse that would help me climb to his light where my sins and crimes are lifted, and I am once again free.

Soon the cage door opened again, and came in another heretic, another traitor, they didn't see me, but I saw them, clear as daylight. It was a bald older man with rages on his body in the style of a preacher, the chaos, the voice of the warp and heresy, must kill, must eat!

Body after body, corpse after corpse, day after day, I killed and ate all that came to my cage; many were armed with rusted pistols, others with dulled blades or broken clubs, yet it mattered little. They died by my mouth, and hands would only sit as they looked around, unaware of me in the cage and sickened by the smell, only to feel my body jump theirs and my teeth in their throats. The pile of corpses to his light was small but still growing; it was young and would soon get there; need more corpses, need more bodies, more bodies, "I need more bodies for the emperor's light!"

I screamed out at the door, and it opened, but no heretics came; only guardsmen, baring the witch's sealed mark, came with armor shields and clean working weapons of range. Before long, entrapped in a net and shocked, being dragged out from my cage and into halls of cages; some cages hung from the roofs, others were in the walls or under the floor; all were the traitors, heretics, mutants, aliens or the insane only had their eyes all on me.

"It's him." They'd mutter. "It's the Mad one, the beast that eats the throats of all who enter his cage." "The Wild Dog." "Mad Dog."

"Mad Dog." They called me; I wouldn't say I liked it. I wanted all, all their throats, all their blood, all their bodies for my growing pile to his light. Yet I only felt my mouth show my teeth but not in a snarl but curled up, and felt a strange feeling in my body and cheat as I thought of ways to butcher them all, all the guards and the traitors alike. It felt amazing; I wanted more of this, I wanted it all, and soon I only opened my mouth to growl, but instead, the only thing that came out was laughter.

And soon, all the caged traitors heard my laugh and began to speak one by one before it slowly grew to them speaking in unison. "Mad Dog... Giggle Dog, Mad Dog... Giggle Dog, Mad Dog, the Giggle Dog. Mad Dog, the Giggle Dog. Mad Dog, The Giggle Dog! Mad Dog, The Giggle Dog!"

They sang out, with many bashing the doors and bars of their cages; soon, the entire building echoed with my name, my song; as they sang out, all guards witnessed it only turn to look at me, either with hatred, disgust, or fear on their faces. As I'm dragged away with the song still echoing and growing faint, my laughter is all that's left.

Soon they stopped dropping me to the floor and bashing my head with the butts of their weapons, grabbing my arms to string me up on a machine that stabbed my back and body. Feeling drills pierce my skin and bones before everything ached, and I only laughed as my body tormented more, yet strange, felt looser, stronger, more... Heavier. Soon it stopped, my back and my spine replaced, and my bones heavied and stronger; then came the strange device; it wrapped around my neck before long felt screws drilled into the back of my neck. The machine only raised an arm from a burning furnace to show two bright orange glowing X's before long, it moved behind me, and I felt a burning on my neck's nape.

Soon a familiar voice came to my eyes. I slowed my laughter to hear the witch's voice from behind me.

"To think after only a three and a half, he still has that disgusting smile, and worse, he gains popularity, well... Hope that does fast as he will once he's ready, general." She said to another voice; it was familiar, yet in my clouded mind, I could only think about my hunger, my want for his light, my want for more bodies.

"Worry not, lady Inquisitor; though he is the first penal soldier on Cadia Prime, I'll be sure he, along with those other failures, gets to see combat and death firsthand, even if I have to kill him and all of them myself." The General replied, hearing a chuckle from the witch's mouth.

With that, the machine stopped and released me, as I saw a man's face, a general she called him, with a face that looked all too familiar to me. I did my best to memorize that face, all the faces, the witch "inquisitor," the general, and all the guards' faces. Even if they hid them, I did my best to remember, burning them in my mind just as the branding on my neck, the branding of penance.

"Prisoner 604 209 - 020 - 807, "Cain," was it? Ah, it doesn't matter; you are now in penal service of Cadia Prime to serve for your crimes and sins you commit-"

"It is Mad Dog..." I said, interrupting him as all the guards aimed their weapons at me, and one behind me knocked me to the floor and held my body down under their boot.

"And interrupt me like that again, and will make your "re-enlisted service" into an execution traitor! Do I make myself clear!" He said before pulling his pistol out from his holster and aiming at my face as I smiled at him.

"Mad Dog wants bodies, blood, give me theirs or yours...Needs bodies, hungry, must see his light!" I said before he shocked his head and kicked my face making him laugh as I didn't feel it; I didn't feel pain anymore, not the aches in my body, the sores, or the pain of tired muscles; I felt nothing as He waved his hand and turned his back to me.

"Get that thing out of my sights; I have other pressing matter to deal with cause of it now." He said as the guard got off me, grabbing my arm as another came to hold my other, and both dragged me away as I began to laugh and sing my Song that echoed faintly in the halls.

"Mad Dog, The Giggle Dog! Mad Dog, The Giggle Dog! Giggle Dog! Giggle Dog! Giggle, Giggle, Giggle Dog!"

Cain was no longer; the memories faded or blurred as now it was only I. Mad Dog, the first Giggle Dog. Hear my Smile, sing my Laugh, see my Song.

“Mad Dog, The Giggle Dog! Mad Dog, The Giggle Dog! Giggle Dog! Giggle Dog! Giggle, Giggle, Giggle Dog!”

End of log

Grey instantly awakened in a panic; sweat coated his body as his breath panted heavily; he looked around to see he was still in the bed of his chambers at Cantorlot Castle on Equestria.

"Dream… a bad, Dream… that was all Grey." He said, slowly catching his breath till he heard the sounds of knocking at his door. He looked over at an old grandfather's clock seeing the time was only eleven six. He let out a sigh before rising from his bed, seeing himself dressed in his standard imperial white tank top, khaki pants, and socks as he made his way from his bedroom to the door of his chambers. He opened it slowly and saw princess Celestia standing before him, though not in her royal regalia; it was a strange sight to see her not in her royal "attire," but he saw weirder as this was a world full of talking animals.

"Goodnight, Grey, and uh… apologies for disturbing you while you slept, but." She paused, seeing his body sweaty, and his scared eye looked darker.

"It's… it's fine, Celestia, just… just having bad thoughts and memories is all." He said calmly, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the branding of two Xs. Celestia's eyes slightly lowered halfway at him, he looked more distant, and she knew he was holding something back and trying to bottle it in; it wasn't right for him nor his health.

"Would you like to talk about it?" She asked him; he shuffled in place for a bit as she could see him think it over and what to say; though Celestia knew he would decline it, she needed to try, after all, she did make a promise to help him in any way only to see him sigh and she prepares for his decline.

"Fuck it, yeah… I… I got something to tell you, but promise me you won't tell anyone… for me…please." That was shocking; he accepted her and held the door open for her to walk in; she did so but was confused by his acceptance but was happier to see him open up a bit. Before long, she went over to his chambers couch and sat and looked back to see him staring at a dark corner of his chambers.

"You too Luna, never liked eaves droppers so get your moon cheeks in here." He said as Luna appeared, shocking Celestia as Luna held the same face of shock in hers.

"How did you-"

"Luna, the moment I turned around and let Celestia in, I saw and heard you, remember bionic eye and ear." He holdup up his finger to tap on his bionic eye's lens with a face of disapproval, making Luna cock her head at it.

"You humans technology are a wonder to us, I can see how Cadia held such a defense for ten millennia." She said, making Grey grow a smile on his face, a small one, but it was there as he sat across from them on a lone chair, and Luna took a seat next to her sister.

A moment of silence built between the three, with both sister's eyes fixated on Grey; they could see the gears in his mind turn as he looked to have trouble finding his right words and speaking. Before long, his head turned to the golden shrine of the emperor he had placed there for his prayers, yet on an offering slap was a broken shackle piece. His shoulders slacked a bit as he leaned back on his chair and looked back at the princesses.

“Celestia, Luna… I’m going to tell you something, and it’s not going to be good….”

“What do you mean, Grey?” Luna was the first to ask, seeing Grey’s face look sad for the first time they had been with him.

“You remember how we met, all three of us, in the forest and here in the castle?” He asked, seeing both sisters cock their heads at him.

“But of course though you were harsher and threaten our lives and of this world before the Reawakening of discord but what does that have to do with anything?” Celestia asked as Grey rubbed his head with his bionic hand before grunting and slamming it down on his thigh.

“Ah, to hell with it, the truth and point are I’m a criminal… I’m scum, a sinner, a cannibal, and worse, I’m… I’m a damn murderer.” He said, shocking both princesses as he planted his face in his metal hands.

“I’ve killed so many people, innocent, guilty, traitor or loyal, and sometimes are their karken bodies. I butchered them all like fucking animals, and now I can’t stop from friendlies officers, command anything loyal or traitor, all this time for nearly three years they hated me all of them cause of those crimes, those sins that were placed on me… they… they weren’t even things I’ve done but were framed for… I… I was captured and turned to a fucking monster.” His voice cracked with every word he spoke; his body felt heavy and cold, colder than his cage and heavier than his metal bones, as both princesses watched what they thought to believe was their hero shows his true colors.

"The Holy Inquisition, broke me… made me eat the corpses of the dead, the dead I killed, and rewarded me by tormenting me. Shattered my broken body and scrambled my mind making me relive my past and the horrors I seen, make me feel other wars torture victims and pain on my very being… I… I…" he paused to struggle for his next words as he felt his burnt, scared eye, once thought to be burnt and dried of tears, now feel watery.

"I'm a failure, I killed my own brother cause he was a heretic, he killed my famiy, murder my forgotten wife and child, made me disowned by my own father, and sent to the kasrs school to become a kasrkin, I cant even remember any of their faces… except his, he took everything away from me and now I pushed the only damn people that cared for me away just like many more that tried to help me but… and what they called me?!" He stopped as his body fell, having his metal elbows rest on his knees, covering his face as both princesses ears dropped against their heads and tears formed in their eyes.

"W-what?" Celestia asked as she saw Grey's scared face, tear blood from his burnt eye, and a smile on his face.

"They called me "Mad Dog" the first Giggle Dog, the first criminal soldier of my own homeworld all feared and hated me when in truth I feared them… I doubt them and hated them. I fear they would only just try to weaken me again or now reprimand me for my faultless crimes and sins, to gain promotions, honors and awards… yet I just threw them out, out of spite and blind hatred, and now… now I'm alone again." He finishes and looks down at the ground seeing blood; tear drops hit the floor as he weeps.

The hero of Equestria and savior from chaos wasn’t a hero but a weapon by his kind all because of false crimes and sins that he didn’t earn and branded as a criminal; it was clear to both sisters as they saw pain all over him. They didn’t know what to feel as their eyes watered, and they watched a friend they called a hero now in the light. He wasn’t a hero. He was nothing now as they watched him cry.

They both got up from the couch and slowly walked towards him, and before he could even look up, they wrapped both wings around him and their hooves and hugged him. With that, he only cried harder as he let them hug him. Even with a smile on his face, he knew it was a forced one as both princesses nuzzled his neck as he jerked and wept.

“I am weak; I am a failure… I was always and forever will be nothing, not even worth my cursed family name of Cain.” He buried his face in his bionic hands again, hiding under their wings.

“You not weak Grey. You are stronger than anything because you don’t kill for entertainment or without reason; you kill because you are forced to, yet even with all the pain, the war, and hatred you suffered, you stayed loyal because that is what you are.” Celestia said as he slowly raised his head a bit to look at her.

“You are a truly loyal man that cares for his kind even if they don’t care for you; your heart is golden because of that, and you do it without reward or honors as you say but because you do it to protect the little you care for, the little you love for.” Celestia said, nuzzling his cheeks.

"Tía speak the truth Grey, Thou fights cause of their malice, their disgust, but you are not alone Grey, you have friends here, friends that care for you, that greave for you by the day and wish to help even if you push them away." Luna Followed up as he slowly shifted to her.

"Thou heart is not of cold carelessness, or heated by the warmth of wrath, but by fear for those you love and fear to lose as they are there for you, thou you feel fear and doubt this is normal as it is what makes all themselves." He says, gently placing her head on his watching her horn.

Grey now suffered in thought. The holy imperium only taught him to know fear is to become a coward, to know doubt is a step to heresy, yet even as a human, they are emotions and feelings that can't be ignored, same for caring for a xeno let alone loving they… Yet his heart, after letting out who he is, what he has done, all his sins and crimes seeing them himself, he could help but see Mad Dog's face in his mind.

"C-Celestia… Luna…” He said their names staring blankly at the floor as they looked at him concerned before he closed his eye and took a breath, slowly letting it out from his mouth.

"I… I would like you to help me, along with those that… want to help me too, not out of order or command. But as a… friend in need of it." With that, Celestia and Luna hugged Grey tightly and rested their heads on his shoulders as he moved his arms to pet their withers gently.

"We promise Grey; we care for you." Celestia said before Grey let out a soft chuckle.

"Please… Don't call me that anymore." He said as both sisters opened their eyes to look at him; he had a real genuine warm, happy smile.

"Call me by my real name... Call me Cain." With that, both sisters glanced at each other and giggled before looking back at Cain.

"Then you shall refer to us as Wuna," Luna said, nuzzling her head under his metal chin.

"And you can call me Tia." Celestial said as all three of them relaxed and enjoyed each other, with Grey chuckling.

"Thank you..."

Author's Note

A bad start to a sweet end… something not even a guardsman ever gets in their lives even if they they are damned.

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