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ion,heavywithunspokenthreatsandhiddenagendas.
Suddenly,afainthummingnoiseemergedfromthebloodpool,growinglouderbythesecond.PurpleButterflyfeltherskincrawlasthesoundbegantotakeonarhythmicquality?likeapulse,beatingintimewithsomeancient,forgottenheartbeat.
“Isthisthingalive?“sheasked,hervoicebarelyaboveawhisper.
Thefigurechuckledagain,itseyesglintingwithmirth.“It‘smorethanthat,“itsaid,itsvoicedrippingwithanunnaturalreverence.“It‘sthesourceofalllifeanddeath?andIhavecometoclaimitformyself.“
PurpleButterflyfeltacolddreadcreepingupherspineasshegazedatthebloodpool.Thiswasnoordinarycreature,andwhatevermagiclaywithinitseemedtobecallingtosomethingdeepwithinherownsoul.
Thehummingnoisereachedafeverpitch,thensuddenlyceased,plungingtheclearingintoanoppressivesilence.PurpleButterflytookadeepbreath,steelingherselfforwhatwastocome.
“Iwon‘tletyouhaveit,“shedeclared,hervoicesteadyandunwavering.
Thefigure‘ssmilegrewwider,itseyesflashingwithexcitement.“Oh,butIthinkyouwill,“itsaid,itsvoicedrippingwithmalice.
Withasuddenmovement,thefigurereachedoutahand?andPurpleButterflyfeltherselfbeingpulledtowardthebloodpool,asifbysomeunseenforce.Shetriedtoresist,butitwastoolate.
Asshesteppedintothebloodpool‘sdepths,PurpleButterflyrealizedthatherjourneywasfarfromover.Thefateofthisstrangecreature,andthesecretsitheld,werenowherstounravel?nomatterthecost.