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The chamber fell silent, save for the heartbeat of the sinister heart that pulsed with an eerie rhythm. Mephisto and Auriel faced each other, a stillness descending upon them like a heavy shroud. The air was thick with tension, every breath charged with the possibility of violence. Auriel’s mind raced with possible outcomes should she fight him. But what if… it was possible. Gazing at her weapon, her grip tightened. Feeling her intent, Mephisto’s eyes, like the ancient burning coals, narrowed. His tail swinging side to side, aura around him becoming darker. “Think carefully.” His voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Auriel felt a tremendous chill. Like it was cutting through very soul. She looked at Mephisto, his energy a black abyss. A warning. She knew he had already calculated his first, second, tenth move. How he predicted her reactions. Always few steps ahead of her. Without her brethren, she had no chance. No… this won’t work. It’s too risky. Auriel's grip on her

In a mirror-maze, myself found me.

Swimming through pools of regret. Seas even. An ocean? Ocean of regret. Am I a horrible woman for loving a man like you or are you the horrible one because you made a woman like me turn into a monster, turn into you? We are the terrible ones for loving the right souls, in a very wrong time, we both knew, right from the start, it didn't stop us from falling, it won't save us, it won't stop us from drowning in the ocean of sorrow and despair, in the ocean where our souls first met, the same ocean which used to be full of uncertainty. Now it is certain-no amount of love can save the drowned-there is no luck for the fallen ones-no compassion for the heartbroken ones-there is no safety for the lovers. You knew there was a risk. You never knew how risky it was. How can you predict the depth of an ocean? How can you predict the depth of a person? You can never know until you start swimming. You can never know until you start loving. An ocean of regret for the times I've spent drowning for