L O L A ' S P. O. V
I feel my veins turn to ice, my heart stone over as hard as new ice unable to be chipped. My breasts become fuller, all my muscles tightening like a newly coiled spring. My bones contort, skin slowly cleansed of any impurity.
The pain is agonising, feeling my life drain away only to be replenished by some sort of existential force.
Yet all I can think of is her. My baby girl that I only managed to hold onto for a few precious moments before I was forced to give her up. I fought for her, and failed trying.
I'm suffering for that failure now. My soul burns, my body dying.
I can hear faint voices from the world my soul has now detached from. Lucien I will always recognise, even from the netherworld I'm trapped in.
"You're not taking her too. You're not taking
