[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

Skill: [none]

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The last month had been a whirlwind. In the wake of so much calamitous change, after her heart was done tearing itself in two, the maiden could not help but feel empty. Things settled, and she felt so equal and balanced that it made her skin crawl. She had become addicted to the intensity, and without it, she felt on the melancholic side of… the middle. Nothing.

Euphemia just existed; a woman with a man and station, but no clue what to do with it. The only constant throughout it all, was Adonis . He was lovely even when the world was blasé, and when the pale gray woman looked at him, she swore she could still see remnants of his gold-pink halo.

The world was dark and ever-cold, and in her nearly hungover state, she slept for long spans of time. The dreams returned, and with it, the emotional ups and downs that she craved. The story spun was of the saddest subjects, of love lost and hope long gone.

Euphemia whined to hear it, and pure curiosity inspired her feet through the door, hurling her at the feet of the very lost creature, grotesque and forlorn. Chained, it howled and fought at its liberators. The horror upon the young woman’s refined face denoted the thoughts that passed beneath.

Her love had already died once, at the hands of a creature of blood and rot. and this was he! The thing of nightmares, the thing that had stolen Adonis from his previous life only to spit him out at her feet in this one. If allowed to take him again, there was no guarantee he would even be reborn in this universe, this world, in her embrace. The odds did not seem favorable.

The chains were the only thing keeping this monster at bay. To witness so many others attempt to break them, steeled Euphemia into quick action. Her heart raced as she leapt up, adding her voice to the raucous din You will not have the chance to harm him again, she uttered, eyes flashing dark. How many times would Adonis's wonderful heart have him slain, almost or otherwise?

Euphemia couldn’t stomach the risk. She lowered her head, the growl searing within her throat, feeling conviction she had never once felt before.

In the name of Duskbreaker, you must die.

and when she leapt for the creature, it was jaws wide open, ready to rend the ghostly flesh.

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