#. * ･✧⤛⧽ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙᴀʙᴀ yᴀɢᴀ ғʟɪᴇs — ( v. deathless )

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                . * ･✧⤛⧽ velichie liked for a starter

                It was no way for anyone to die. To be gathered together like farm animals and slaughtered in the night. It was her domain, and she had heard the shots even as far as the Thrice-Tenth Kingdom, echoing through the dark outside her house. She had watched them all put the bodies in the truck, drive them to the first sight to desecrate their bodies, to bury them and dig them up and bury them again, only to take them back to the road as a final insult. When morning broke, they had left, and so had she until the following night, standing at the mess of mud and dirt in her black fur coat, a lantern-skull on a stick stuck into the ground next to her for light, and her mortar and pestle idly drifting on her other side.                 ”I warned you, Kolya, you should’ve fled when you had the chance,” she said, taking a drag from a cigarette. There was work to be done before she went to Buyan to meet the new bride. Under the cover of darkness she could do her work without spies, dead or otherewise, or so she thought.                 “Don’t dither about in the dark like a coward, Ivan, I know you’re there,” she spoke, turning back cast a glare over her shoulder. “Are you leave me to do the heavy lifting, comrade?"