What Futures May Hold

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(This is the final part to Act II of Aurelian’s story! Read the previous part here)

Aurelian straightened his sleeves as he stood up, looking
across to the body of his relative. There was always something rewarding of a
plan coming together perfectly; it even made the wine taste good despite its
obnoxious flavor. Illuria Indaris was dead by his hand, and he did not feel an
ounce of regret. It was just business, in a sense. Perhaps had he known her for
more time he might have felt some form of sorrow yet looking now at her
lifeless form he felt contempt.

“Not a true Indaris; hah.” He stumbled a bit as he stepped
forward, having to brace himself against the table. He had not lied when he
said both him and Illuria had been poisoned, feeling its effects begin to creep
into his system even now. It was a bit risky he confessed, but with great risks
came great rewards. He looked up to see Balor standing at the doorway, arms
crossed.

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