Milos stood in the middle of the clearing. She had never felt power like this before. Little did she know that the more she hated Neonella, the more darkness took over her soul.
When she woke up, she was back in the bookstore building, inside the guest room, lying in bed. She heard a soft knock on the door.
“Hello?” It was Olethea’s voice.
Milos didn’t want to respond. She was confused again. The last time she remembered she was in the middle of the clearing. The possessed human arm kneeling before her. Milos was unsure if she was dreaming earlier or was it true? She could not remember going back here, in this building, in this room.
“I am coming in,” Olethea said when she failed to reply. It was her home, after all, she can come in and out of any room as it pleases her.
She pretended
