[The room is dark, rough walls lined with torn banners and thick cobwebs. The edge of the altar digs into your back, and your needle is heavy in your hands. The only sounds are the distant chirps and shrieks of feral spiders. None of them will reach you.]
[Once, this chamber was lit with candles. Once, there was a form laid out in sleep. Now the candles have burned down, and Herrah the Beast has left not even a corpse to remember her by.]
[This is for the best, you remind yourself. This is necessary. The seal is breaking. The infection returned. All that remains is to tear it all down and try again, attack the plague once more at its heart.]
[You shut your eyes, tilt your head back, let your horns hit the altar with a painful thunk. There's no one here. Your ordered your— the little ghost out, and they complied, only staring for a moment before turning and padding out. You are thankful for it. Silent and empty they may be, but you do not want anyone to see you in such a state. Least of all them, who with your tacit permission entered her dream and killed her.]
"I must be a child," [you murmur,] "to feel such raw grief over someone long-gone. For you simply stopped breathing, did you not? There was no waking you."
[You stand, barely shaking anymore, and bow to the empty air.]
"Forgive my inaction, Mother, but there may be another way to end this. Thank you for giving me life. I hope, someday, to make you proud."
[You hope, someday, to forgive yourself.]
[Hornet does not much care for this new memory she's acquired. Not for the morals involved, but for the implication it carries— that one can kill through another's mind. What cruel power that person holds. What danger there is in meddling with dreams.]
[Fortunately, she knows where he lives.]
[Well, approximately. She has heard tell of an apartment block, and it is a simple matter to ask for directions. Be it politeness or fear for the weapon she grips with both hands, people are quick to tell her where to find her target.]
[Hornet knocks heavily on Goro's apartment door, and when he opens it he finds a very large spider politely holding her very big sword where he can see it.]
"Good evening, Goro Akechi. I believe I have something of yours. Do you know how many people you've killed?"
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[Hornet does not much care for this new memory she's acquired. Not for the morals involved, but for the implication it carries— that one can kill through another's mind. What cruel power that person holds. What danger there is in meddling with dreams.]
[Fortunately, she knows where he lives.]
[Well, approximately. She has heard tell of an apartment block, and it is a simple matter to ask for directions. Be it politeness or fear for the weapon she grips with both hands, people are quick to tell her where to find her target.]
[Hornet knocks heavily on Goro's apartment door, and when he opens it he finds a very large spider politely holding her very big sword where he can see it.]
"Good evening, Goro Akechi. I believe I have something of yours. Do you know how many people you've killed?"