Diana
I didn’t want to enter the room at first.
Knowing I could no longer feel the taps filled me with a sense of dread.
So, what if I entered the room and found out he was dead? Then what? How do I tell Muzan, who was certainly more attached to him than I was?
What would the burial plans look like?
I didn’t think I had been successful, but I sure as hell hoped so.
I hoped so because it would have been inhumane to subject him to the pain that I had just put him through.
‘Please, Edric.’ I whispered in my head.
‘Please, just die.’
Finally, I mustered the courage to open the door and enter the room. It was eerily silent, and some of the candles had already burnt out, giving the room a dimmer, more sinister glow. I didn’t know what to expect.
I opened the spell book and chanted the
