#it's chemical burn but some skin had to be removed which is why his scar has some edges

[cosmichawk]

some harbingers with facial scars

[five-rivers]

Optimism Chapter 1

AO3

@warvikwrites

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At heart, Vlad was an optimist.  Genuinely.  Really.  Truly.  He suspected that every ghost was.  How else could they linger after the cruelest thing in life had occurred to them?  How else could they survive after death?  How else could they keep going when all hope had been stripped away?

Optimism.  Pure and simple.  

Vlad was optimistic about many things.  His recovery from ecto-acne.  His business prospects.  His romance with Maddie.  His plans to murder Jack.  

The possibility of there being someone else out there who was like him.  

If anyone else was privy to his thoughts, they might have called him delusional.  Hah.  Could a delusional man have built such an empire of theft and lies?  Could a delusional man have risen from the ashes so majestically?  No.  But he was getting off track.  

The point was, Vlad had set aside some of his prodigious fortune for a search.  

Well, more of a listening station than a search.  A network of listening stations, stretching across the globe, reporting their findings back to him.  

Less metaphorically, Vlad funded a lot of hospitals.  A lot of doctors.  A lot of medical research.  He made sure those funds bought some very grateful people who were more than happy to let him know when certain interesting cases crossed their paths.  He also employed a number of ghosts via less monetary means.  

It was a great expense.  But Vlad thought - Vlad was optimistic that - if his search should bear fruit, that fruit would be priceless.  

It also gave him a great reputation for charity, which was more broadly useful than optimism.  

Still.  It was a longshot if there ever was one. As he approached the date of his Gatsbean triumph, his defeat of Jack and his reclamation of Maddie, he was beginning to doubt that anything would ever come of it.  Beginning, even, to start to neglect the reports his many listeners and watchers were sending him.  

But he was optimistic.  He hadn’t given up hope yet.  

Which was why, as he lounged in his velvet dressing gown, sipping a glass of port, he scanned morosely through a stack of medical reports.  The doctors were always very careful not to give him any personally identifiable information.  Just… points of interest.

So he paused and stared when he saw the summary ‘Adolescent male admitted to Amity Park hospital with electrical and chemical burns.  Chemical burns formed blisters filled with green, unidentified liquid within minutes of admission.  Liquid could not be removed from blisters.  Possible similarities to Study VM1984.  Electrical scars also carry unusual green tint.  Patient smells strongly of limes and peppers.’

Vlad read the summary half a dozen times, his heart beating faster with each readthrough.  He’d gotten his hopes up before.  He’d been led on before.  But even that history couldn’t stop him from tearing open the file and devouring it.  

And while the doctors had scruples, the ghosts did not, even if remembering human names were occasionally beyond them.  

Amity Park.  South Mercy Hospital.  Room 724.  That’s where he needed to go.  

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Danny was miserable, but he guessed that it was better to be miserable and alive than… dead.  

He’d thought for a bit there that he was dead, on the floor of the lab, floating just above, well…  Point was, though, that he wasn’t dead.  Just miserable.  

Just miserable.  

He blinked slowly at the plastic sheeting around his bed and tried not to think too hard about why his skin felt like it was stuck to the sheets.  He’d watched a documentary once about Chernobyl.  It had been rated R, but his parents had thought that the educational value was greater than the risk of trauma or whatever.  The quarantine room he’d been shut into shared a great deal of similarities with the set of the hospital where the firefighters were dying.  

Then again, it also had similarities to sets in zombie movies, so what did he know?

Both of those things had a lot of death in them, though.  A whole lot.  

He should stop thinking about this.  

It was just too bad that there wasn’t all that much else to think about.  He was stuck in the bed, stuck in his head… and if he started to rhyme like that he’d definitely evolve into some kind of supervillain.  Maybe radiation man.  Evil ghost radiation man.  Whatever.  

The TV in the room was on the other side of the plastic sheeting.  The screen was distorted, the volume too low to accurately hear, except for commercials, because it was set to one of those channels that shifted the volume of commercials up about a hundred percent from the volume of the actual show.  They should be sued for that, actually.  Danny would sue them, if he had the money for it.  Maybe.  Something like ‘deafening a nation with cheese ball ads is still deafening a nation.’  

He didn’t have the remote.  Didn't even know if there was a remote.

The problem with this was that even for the most exhausted human on Earth - a distinction Danny was surely at least in the running for - there were a limited number of hours a person could sleep a day.  While in theory that number was twenty-four, in practice it was generally lower.  

Danny knew he was feeling sorry for himself, but he thought he deserved to feel sorry for himself.  He couldn't even roll over.  On the last video call, his parents had said they’d had a friend in college who’d recovered from something ‘similar,’ and they were desperately trying to contact him to see how, but Danny had his doubts at this stage.  No way something as serious as this had a name as dumb as ‘ecto-acne.’  ‘Green bubonic plague’ seemed more appropriate.

But it was better than the alternative.  A shiver rolled through him, and suddenly he was so cold he’d almost swear he could see his breath.  That split second where he was dying, dead, a ruined ghost in the mirror, the hallucination of falling through his friends hands…

Or, worse, the second before it, when, hearing Sam and Tucker scream, he thought he’d killed them, too.  He really hoped they didn’t have any side effects from standing so close to the portal.  He didn’t really remember what they looked like when he saw them, after.  

Someone would have told him if they weren’t okay, right?  Except that no one seemed to want to upset him.  As if he could get more upset.  

Okay.  Actually, he’d give them that one.  

He shifted his weight slightly, half intending to get up despite the way agony shot through him whenever his blisters brushed against anything.  But even as he did so, grogginess swept through him, and the little weight he’d managed to lift sank back onto his pillows.  His eyes drifted closed.  

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Vlad reset the dial on the morphine drip carefully.  He might have given the young man, the boy, a little more than the doctors would have prescribed, but Vlad had been there.  He knew what it was like, the feeling of your skin swelling, peeling, rotting, dying, the ectoplasm worming its way ever-deeper, and, more selfishly, he also wanted a chance to… observe.  To see.  

To determine if his first impression was at all correct.  

He reached down, and gently lifted the boy’s hand from where it lay limply on the bed, the ectoplasm-pus-filled boils on it glowing weakly where they intersected with Vlad’s aura.  If anyone looked in, it would look like the boy was raising his hand on his own, but Vlad doubted they would.  He’d passed something of an argument on the way in.  

The boy’s ecto-acne had spread all the way down his arm.  It must be progressing much more rapidly than Vlad’s had.  Or… no.  It all looked like it was at about the same stage of development, although it was somewhat less severe than it was on his face.  He must have gotten a massive dose, but perhaps he had been wearing some form of protective gear on his body and hands.  Or simply clothing and gloves.  Whatever he’d been wearing, it had protected him from neither the ectoplasm nor whatever had caused the Lichtenberg figures forking down along his arms and up his neck.  

Had he been hit by lightning?  On his chest or torso?  Had he stepped on an electrical wire?

He put the boy’s hand down and circled the bed, observing further, taking in the distorted lines of the boy’s face, the fall of his hair, the soft, slow rise and fall of his chest, the muddled and, possibly, transitory ectosignature.  

Vlad was optimistic that the ectosignature was not transitory.  That it was permanent.  That it would stabilize.  That the boy would, after a fashion, live.  Always optimistic.  He brushed his fingers against the boy’s cheek.  The boils here flared brighter than the ones on his hand.  

Lovely, in some ways, disgusting in more.  He withdrew.  

As miraculous as all this was for Vlad, he couldn’t help but wonder how the boy had come to be so contaminated, and in such a way.  All his attempts at making half-ghost animals or even plants had met with limited success.  Had he been intersected by a natural portal?  Struck with lightning while passing through one?  

Briefly, Vlad entertained the idea that the boy might be from another time period.  How fortunate that would be for him.  Vlad, of course, would serve as his guardian as well as his mentor in that most ideal of situations.  

There was always the outside chance that the boy had somehow managed to find himself in the same situation as Vlad, in the path of an artificial portal, but, surely, that possibility was beyond laughable.  Even Jack wouldn’t let a child into a lab researching the nature of death, to say nothing of Maddie, and no one else had the knowledge.  

The strange thing was, the boy almost seemed familiar in some ways… Incredible, verging on impossible, considering the swelling caused by the ecto-acne, but, still, there was something…

The door of the room burst open, and the devil himself walked in, wearing a biohazard suit.  

A devil who went by the name of Jack Fenton.  

Vlad threw himself out of the way.  He could have gone intangible, yes, but he didn’t want his molecules to touch Jack’s at all, even intangibly, thank you very much.  

Jack was followed by two others.  A smaller figure, a teen, and…

… Maddie.  

The love of his life.  She was as radiant as ever, even through the plastic faceplate of a full hazmat suit.  

But why was she here?  Why were any of them here, in this room, with his boy?

Transfixed, Vlad watched the tableau.  Jack, Maddie, and the teen in their biohazard suits, leaning over the boy, holding his hand, whispering to him, tears impacting the insides of their face plates.  

Rage boiled within him when he saw Jack, the fool, the oaf, take his boy’s slender, delicate hand with no regard to how painful the ecto-acne on it must be.  But that rage was equalled, if not exceeded by the confusion engendered by the presence of Maddie and the girl.  

Surely, they couldn’t have been called in as experts.  Vlad would have been contacted long before them, as the only survivor of this kind of poisoning and pioneer and patent holder for its treatment.  

“Mister and Missus Fenton!” snapped a doctor wearing similar garb.  “I don’t care if you’re ‘properly dressed,’ you cannot be here until we figure out what the contaminant is!

“This is our son!” said Jack.  “We can’t not be here!”

“And we’re the experts in this ‘contamination!’  It’s ectoplasm.”

The doctor looked like he wanted to strangle them.  Vlad sympathized, but he was still reeling from the revelation.  His boy?  Jack’s… son?

Maddie’s son.  That was a much more comfortable thought.

“I thought you said we had permission,” hissed the… daughter?  Yes, surely, that young lady must be Jack and Maddie’s daughter.  

Wonderful, in some ways, disgusting in more.

“Why should we need permission to see Danny?”

“That question would make more sense if it wasn’t your fake ‘ghost portal’ that did this to him!”

“With the hazmat–”

“What if it’s not safe for him?”

That shut Jack up.  

“Thank you,” said the doctor.  “We will let you know when you can come back and visit properly.  In the meantime, you need to leave.  You can keep having video conversations like you have been.”

They left.  Vlad dropped himself into a nearby visitor chair, just outside the plastic sheeting they had the boy surrounded by.  Maddie’s son…  And he had been changed by a portal.  

Incredible.  Beyond optimism.  

On the counter beside him, there was a folder.  Probably a copy of something that had been left behind accidentally.  He picked it up and opened it.

At the very top of the first piece of paper, was the name Daniel Fenton.  

Daniel.  

Daniel was a lovely name.  Maddie must have chosen it.  

Daniel Fenton.  

Daniel Fenton.  

Daniel.  

Soon enough, it would be Daniel Masters.  

Vlad liked the ring of that.

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Danny was nervous.  His parents had gotten in touch with their friend who’d had ‘ecto-acne’ and he was coming to visit the hospital to do an assessment.  His parents hadn’t mentioned before today that he was the patent holder for the only effective treatment of ecto-acne, and that the treatment was still classified as experimental, so he could withhold it, if he decided to.  They hadn’t mentioned that he was the only expert in the disease, and that he’d virtually cured himself.  They hadn’t mentioned that the treatment was extremely expensive and their insurance wouldn’t cut it.  They hadn’t mentioned that their friend was Vlad Masters.  Or that he payed most of the bills for this hospital.  

Danny was realizing that his parents had a tendency to not mention really important things.  

Like, hey, the stuff we sometimes store in the fridge can cause a debilitating and potentially fatal illness!  Yeah.  That would have been great to know forever ago.  

… the CPS case that was taking up so much of their time recently might hold more water than Danny had originally thought.  

One of the nurses, wearing a huge, bulky version of hazmat, had brought the video call computer up to his bed.  She’d be assisting Mr. Masters with his assessment.  

Mr. Masters.  Danny was a bit confused that it wasn’t Dr. Masters, when he’d gone through most of the same schooling as Danny’s parents and then learned at least enough about medicine to be considered an expert in something like this, but apparently the man preferred it that way.  

Danny didn’t get it.  

But Danny had other things to worry about, like not annoying the man who could decide whether Danny could get better now or if he’d have to wait until his parents figured something out.  Danny… was not particularly optimistic about his parents figuring anything out.  At the same time, he could read between the lines.  Mr. Masters had cut contact with his parents for nearly twenty years and then only responded to their frantic calls about Danny after days had gone by.  

Danny didn’t think Mr. Masters liked his parents very much.  

But he was seeing Danny, so… Maybe Danny could be optimistic.  Less pessimistic.  Whatever.  

The loading circle on the screen vanished, replaced by a picture of his parents sitting side by side.  

“Oh, Vladdie’s not here yet?” asked Jack, his voice tinny through the speaker.  

“No, you’re the first ones on,” said the nurse.  

“Hi, Danny,” said Maddie, giving him a little wave.  “How do you feel today?”

“Tired,” said Danny.  It was a real question, but he didn’t have the energy to describe the… everything.  His skin was too hot, his insides too cold, every movement was pain, sometimes he’d randomly be freezing for no reason, and he wasn’t sure if he had started to have hallucinations, or if the awful green stuff had migrated to the inside of his eyes, because it looked like there were blobs of it everywhere.  

She smiled halfway.  “You just have to hold in for a little bit, Danny.  I’m sure Vlad won’t be long.  He’ll see the same things we do.”

Just as she finished her sentence, another loading circle popped up and was quickly replaced by the image of a silver-haired man in an expensive-looking suit.  He sat in an opulent office, backed by shelves full of books and knick knacks.  

“Hello, Maddie.  Ah, you must be Daniel.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, he tried to smile, but the motion pulled at one of his blisters, and he stopped.  

“Vladdie!” exclaimed Jack.  “It’s been forever!  It’s great to see you looking so, so–”

“I would say that it was nice to meet you, Daniel,” interrupted Mr. Masters, entirely ignoring Jack, “but under the circumstances… It probably doesn’t feel nearly as nice to you.”  He looked down at something below the range of his camera.  “Now, I have a few photographs here from your parents and your doctors, but I will need to get a better look at some things and ask some questions before I can really tell if your contaminant is ectoplasm based, and, if it is, whether or not your problem is the same as mine.”

“Vladdie?  Does he not hear me?  Is our microphone not on?”

“I can hear you just fine, Jack, but there are more important things at hand.  Daniel, is it alright for me to examine you?  I know this is all very irregular.”  Mr. Masters looked up.  “This would be so much easier if I could do this in person, but time is of the essence, unfortunately, and this is such a surprise.”

Danny understood.  It was a surprise for him, too.  

“Yeah… It’s okay.”

“Good.  Then, if you’re ready, let’s begin with…”

The assessment was blessedly brief, mostly consisting of the nurse helping Danny move to show off different blisters.  

“Well,” said Mr. Masters, “I have to agree with Maddie’s diagnosis of ecto-acne.”  He shuffled together a sheaf of papers.  “I had been optimistic that my sickness was a one-off, a fluke, but I’m glad I prepared for the worst.  “Daniel will need–”  Mr. Masters started to rattle off a list of… It was a list.  

“Mr. Masters,” said the nurse, “I don’t think this hospital has all of that equipment.”

“I am aware.  I will, of course, arrange for you to be moved to my private clinic, near my home, Daniel.  It’s where I get treatments for my flare ups.”

“Oh, Vlad,” said Maddie, “I don’t know if we can afford–”“Nonsense, Maddie, dear,” said Mr. Masters, smiling.  “I’ll pay for everything.  Transportation, board, treatment… Even a place for you and your daughter to stay nearby.  After all, I know exactly what Daniel is going through.  I could never leave someone to suffer like I did.”

[divincta]

DAZAI INFO DUMP

( mentions of suicide, violence, murder, mental illness, abuse, mentions of self-harm, piercings and tattoos, etc. )

GENERAL

Name: Dazai Osamu

Alias(s): Twin Dark (former, alongside Chuuya Nakahara), The demonic prodigy of the Port Mafia guerrilla squad, The youngest executive in Port Mafia history

Nickname(s): Mackerel

Birthday: June 19th

Age: 22

Ability: No Longer Human

Gender: Demigender / Demiboy ( he / they ) ( AFAB )

Sexuality: Homosexual

Height: 5’11

Like(s): Suicide, Alcohol, Crab, MSG

Dislike(s): Dogs, Chuuya Nakahara

BACKSTORY / HISTORY ( BASICS )

Dazai was born to a family that heavily was cemented into the idea of “ability breeding” ( marriage that is carefully picked in order to insure powerful abilities in children ) but when his ability manifested his family was sickened at the thought that in the end his ability was the ability to nullify other abilities

His family often referred to him as a “curse” or “stain” on the family tree, throwing out any and every piece of his existence once his ability showed itself.

Dazai was kept locked away from his siblings ( his younger sisters not even knowing he existed and his older brother was to never speak of him ).

His father was brief acquaintances with Mori Ogai and shared his frustrations about his child’s ability, which in the end piqued Mori’s interest. Mori offered to take him off of his family’s hands and that’s when Dazai was brought into Mori’s custody at the age of 7 years old.

While protoge to Mori, Dazai was broken down and rebuilt into the perfect mentee and successor to Mori, almost too perfect at times. There were times where Mori would just punish Dazai if he thought he was being just a little too perfect.

When Oda died 4 years ago, Dazai never left the Port Mafia, feeling as if it was his fault and following the paths of “punishments” and “being a blight on those around him” he knew that leaving the Port Mafia was not an option but he no longer had a want to surpass Mori, and Mori could see that in his eyes after Oda’s funeral and burial.

MENTAL STATE

Dazai has Bipolar Disorder I, MDD ( Major Depressive Disorder ), GAD ( Generalized Anxiety Disorder ), BPD ( Borderline Personality Disorder ), and C-PTSD ( Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder )

Dazai has a lot of suicidal tendencies and they tend to come in moments of impulsivity or while he’s mid-manic episode but he does have a few that happen outside of those moments.

Over the years Dazai has begun to have a dependency on alcohol and Dazai Post! Oda dying does tend to have a lot of Alcohol-Related Psychosis Hallucinations of Oda around Bar Lupin or while he’s in his apartment ( he tends to talk to him a lot )

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE / HIS SURGERIES

Dazai let his hair grow out a bit after Oda died, mostly because any sense of self-care went out the window

Dazai is blind in his right eye completely due to a time he got kidnapped ( he was around 11 / 12 ) and he had gasoline poured down the right side of his body, though it splashed into his left eye in the struggle.

In his right eye he went completely blind, his eye chemically burned. It had to be removed and he has a false eye but most of the time he finds it really uncomfortable so he just keeps it covered up without the fake eye in there ( Dazai tends to keep it covered either with bandages or with an eye patch of sort in his later years it just depends on the occasion )

In his left eye he is partially blind / has very bad eye sight on. He still has depth issues at times if he isn’t familiar with a space, that tends to be why he always has someone with him when he’s in a space he doesn’t know well. It is most likely to happen that Dazai will eventually lose his sight in his left eye as well.

Dazai’s body is covered in scars, some self-inflicted others just from the line of work within the Port Mafia. The two worst of Dazai’s are ones that span from his mid-thigh to near his rib cage and one that is around his neck.

The one at Dazai’s rib cage to mid-thigh is from the incident when he was kidnapped at 11 / 12 years old and was in the end set on fire by his capture ( reference )

The one around Dazai’s throat goes fully around his neck. It is from an incident where in a two week manic episode it came to a close when Dazai tried to hang himself at the age of 16. He was luckily saved by Hirotsu but he has a permanent indentation and discoloration from where the rope was around his neck.

Dazai had his top surgery when he was 17 years old, before that he tended to bind unsafely even though he knew how to do it properly ( it just didn’t do quite the job he wanted )

He does have a few scars from his unsafe binding on both his sides, they are a lot like little welts that cover his sides from where materials he used would cut into his skin.

Dazai has several piercings and tattoos he got when he was 19 / 20. The piercings he has are several ear piercings, his tongue, dual hip dermals, and his nipples. Most of his tattoos are serpent and dragon type designs that cover most of his smaller scars ( but a good portion of his skin ).

SEEING HIS YOUNGEST SISTER AGAIN

Dazai’s sister reached out to him when he was 16 years old, having found information on him in their father’s desk / office

Dazai was very hesitant to meet his sister but agreed to it, slipping out in the quietest part of the night without telling anyone ( especially not telling Mori knowing he would not approve or worse could inform his father ) however, like most things, Mori is very aware of what is happening

Him and his sister met in a park and it was fairly civil at first, that was until Dazai’s sister brought up the Port Mafia and Mori, almost accusing Dazai of leaving their family for the Port Mafia ( that was the cover story their parents told to everyone else / the younger siblings in order to cover their hand in what they’d done )

This was enough to sort of snap something within Dazai, a sort of barricade of where all of his emotions concerning both his family, Mori and even his feelings of himself. This leads to him attacking his sister, blinding by both built up emotions and rage, ending with her dead and him making his way back to his apartment

When he got back to his apartment it was clear that he wasn’t in his right mind, Chuuya being the one sent to his apartment and being the one to find him desperately trying to rid himself of blood soaked bandages

It’s only weeks later that Dazai tried to hang himself and was found and saved by Hirotsu.

OTHER

Dazai does experience a good amount of gender dysphoria on his worst days.

He has been on testosterone for quite a bit of time but he hasn’t had bottom surgery yet, only hesitating because part of him doesn’t believe he deserves the happiness of being who he really is inside and out.

Not very many people know that Dazai is trans, it’s something he never really felt the need to share. The only people who know are Mori, Hirotsu, The Executives, and Chuuya. It’s not something he talks about with people unless he trusts them.

Dazai doesn’t like dogs because he father had two of them and the sounds of them barking outside of his room as a child makes him very nervous around them

[wicked-game-black-butler]

"Would you care to step out from behind the shade?" Sebastian asked, causing me to jump as I hadn't realized how close he had come.

My brow furrowed at his request, "Shouldn't I dress first?"

"Clothing would hinder my inspection of your wounds." he quickly replied.

My pulse quickened as I found my feet conveying me around the cover of the shade before my mind had an opportunity to agree. As I rounded the corner my gaze immediately fell on Sebastian, who looked as perfectly put together as he always did. I nervously clenched my hands, biting my lip as I found myself standing before the scrutinizing gaze of the butler. Though I tried to maintain an outward air of indifference, I fought against the urge to seek refuge behind the shade once more and I found myself wishing that I had taken another shot or two of Bard's whisky-lowered inhibitions would lessen the tension of this situation. No matter what I had fantasized about being with the butler, now that I was placed in a situation where, for all intents and purposes, I was practically naked, I wanted nothing more than to take my clothes and run. Standing before him in such a manner made me feel raw and exposed, every muscle in my body taut as I stood poised like prey before its predator. I hated it. I wanted to be suave and confident, matching his finesse in a tantalizing battle for dominance and perhaps a week ago I would have done so. However, this past week had shattered any sense of normalcy and security I had gained in my months of living here-a stark reminder of how powerless I was against the powers that lurked in the shadows, waiting patiently for an opportunity to claim me once more.

"Come now," Sebastian soothed, delicately curving his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. I tensed, inhaling sharply at his touch. His eyes softened before he continued in the same low, soothing voice, "There is no reason to fear. I shall not harm you."

As the comforting words left his lips, my shoulders relaxed, my pulse slowing to return to some semblance of normal as I gazed into his strangely hued eyes, my body realizing before my mind that I believed him. A gentle smile graced his lips as he lowered his hand.

"That's a good girl. Now," he paused, gesturing to a chair on my left, "would you please take a seat?"

I hesitantly nodded before obediently stepping over to the chair, maintaining a firm grip on the bottom of the towel, as it kept trying to part wider than I wanted as I sat. I did not want that much of my upper thigh to be exposed. Sebastian followed close behind, kneeling before me after I was seated and immediately set to work, rifling through the contents of the medical box he had brought. I watched with curiosity as I noticed this box was different than the one I was accustomed to using. It was much smaller and was not filled with many vials of medicine, rather it was mostly filled with bandages and only two larger bottles that contained curious looking darkly hued spherical objects which I assumed were pills of some sort.

"I will forewarn you that this medicine requires a slightly unorthodox oral application," he said, removing the lid of the bottle with a low pop, pouring a few of the pills into his gloved hand.

I quirked my brow questioningly, wondering what he meant. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest when I opened my mouth as he brought the pills up to my face.

"No, no," he chided amusedly, "I will apply the salve orally."

My cheeks grew warm at his explanation, "What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"Like so," he answered, before tossing the pills into his mouth.

As he chewed them, they crunched with a painfully loud noise and I wondered to myself how he did not break some teeth in the process. Though the greater curiosity I had was how he was planning on applying the salve. No sooner had the question formed in my mind, when Sebastian carefully took my wrist in his hand, rotating my forearm so the wounded skin of my underarm faced him before leaning in and grazing his tongue along the sensitive flesh.

I gasped, my eyes widening as I jerked my arm from his grasp, about to chastise him for being so forward when I looked down at my arm. My lips parted slightly in amazement as I ghosted my fingers over my skin, which was no longer tender or inflamed, but rather appeared its normal porcelain. Even the cuts the glass had made appeared to be smaller.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked innocently, gazing up at me with a subtly challenging look that was far from innocent.

"This is incredible!" I breathed with amazement, ignoring his question, "How did you..-?" I started to ask when Sebastian interrupted.

"The key is the saliva. It activates chemicals that accelerate the healing process," he explained, an irrepressible smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I applied the same salve to assist your healing before. Why else would you have recovered so quickly?"

My fingers subconsciously moved to my thigh to where, despite the severity of the wound I received, there was no scar to mar my skin.

"Wait!" I exclaimed as the realization struck me, "You mean you…-?!"

I paused mid-thought, the heat of embarrassment rushing to my cheeks and down my neck as my mind recalled once when I had awoken in a daze to find Sebastian in the room with me, remembering the strange yet soothing sensation along all of the injured parts of my body. I squirmed internally, both embarrassed and aroused in equal parts at the thought of all the places on my body his tongue had touched.

"I promise nothing unsavory occurred," he answered, attempting unsuccessfully to muffle an amused chuckle as he tried to placate my concern.

Before I could respond, he took the same wrist in his hand, turning it towards his lips before adding, "Now that you know what to expect, should we continue?"

I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment. What excuse could I give should one of the servants walk in on us? They already thought we were lovers. My eyes trailed down to my arm, my logical train of thought reminding me that, in light of the medical benefits, such activities were worth the risk. Then, a much darker portion of my mind drew my attention to the warmth that had subtly been growing within me, whispering seductively that I should do it just for the thrill of his tongue on my body.

"Yes," I whispered, my response rushed before I snapped my mouth shut before I could change my mind.

He smirked a darkly before he drew my wrist closer to his lips, his breath fluttering over my skin, closing his eyes before trailing his tongue along my wrist and palm of my hand. My stomach tensed as I watched as he delicately traced my skin, handling me as if I were something fragile and precious. Though, I noted as one by one his tongue cupped each of my slender fingers, his tongue flicking the end of each digit as he finished, that I wanted him to handle me in a much less delicate manner.

The sensuality of this moment didn't seem to be lost on Sebastian, either, given how meticulous he was in his ministrations as he finished with my right arm and moved to tend to the left one. With each second that passed, the ache and pain from my wounds abated, replaced by the forbidden burning of desire and arousal.

I froze and gripped the arms of the chair, a pang of want issuing from the aching need between my legs, as he adjusted slightly and flicked his tongue over the gash on my left shoulder. Not allowing me time to recover, he turned his attention to my cheek. A shiver of pleasure trickled down my spine and I closed my eyes as he gripped my knees gently, rubbing comforting circles on my skin as he eased my legs apart so he could settle between them, doing so providing him easier access to my face and neck.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the soreness from my cheek disappeared in an instant. At that noise, I felt Sebastian stiffen, his grip on my knees momentarily tightening. I relished in his reaction, pleased to know this was tempting him as much as it was me. I gripped the arms of the chair so tight my knuckles turned white as I resisted the urge to reach out and grab hold of him, though that resolve was quickly crumbling.

I stifled a groan of disappointment as he pulled away. My eyes fluttered open, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the raw intensity of desire smoldering in his eyes.

"Do you wish for me to continue?" he asked, he voice a little rough as he began speaking, though it returned to normal by the time he finished his question.

My brow furrowed in confusion at his question. In response, he reached and gingerly touched my throat, careful not to hurt me.

"The neck is a rather sensual area to be touched," he began, his gaze following the trail his fingers took along my skin, causing another shiver to go down my spine, "I wanted to ensure you were comfortable with me touching you in such an intimate manner before we proceeded."

I adjusted in my seat, surprised by the warm slickness that had collected between my legs. I briefly wondered is this was normal, as I had never experienced such a sensation before. However, any reservation was swept aside as my eyes met his, the desire that remained in his crimson pools mirroring my own.

"You would not be the first to do so," I answered, taken aback by the brief flicker of anger that appeared on Sebastian's face at that admittance, "And they were unable to move me to feeling. The experience was rather dull, actually."

A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he popped a couple more pills in his mouth, crunching them quickly before leaning in, accurately taking my subtle challenge as permission.

"Oh, I believe this will be anything but dull," he purred, titling my head back as he glided his tongue from the base of my throat to my chin, following along my esophagus.

I gasped when I felt something pop, realizing when I was able to breathe normally that something must have been damaged along my airway. The relief only lasted the briefest of moments, however, for as Sebastian continued, a ravenous hunger stronger than any I had felt before took the foremost place in my mind. Each inch of skin he touched tingled with electricity. My breath became shallow and my heart thundered within my chest as he worked his way down the left side of my neck.

As he reached the base, he flicked his tongue on a particularly sensitive spot. My back arched, causing my body to press against his, my hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as the most sensual sound that I had ever uttered passed my parted lips.

"Sebastian!"

As soon as his name passed my lips, I was shoved forcefully back in the chair, Sebastian's fingers entangling in my damp hair while his other hand guided my right leg to hook behind him, his fingers causing gooseflesh to rise where they ghosted across the newly exposed skin. A low growl rumbled from his chest when he traced the back of my knee with his fingers as he moved to the right side of my neck, the sensation causing my leg to spasm, momentarily forcing his hips against mine, eliciting a soft moan from him. I gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over me, the towel beginning to slowly inch down my torso as our bodies pressed together again.

A moment later Sebastian froze and I could have sworn there was a flash of light, at least that is what it seemed like, but I couldn't be sure as my eyes had been closed. I slowly opened my eyes as Sebastian pulled away, huffing with frustration.

"Is everything all right?" I asked, my brow dipping in concern, worried it was something I had done.

"My lord is requesting my presence," he answered.

~Excerpt from Wicked Game-Chapter Thirteen: His Butler-Healing

[alwaysxknitting]

Pieces of You, Pieces of Me

Once again my dear @ergahg prompted this one. Prompt consisting of Soulmate AU and Scars. Ship was left for my choice. 

The flight to Montreal had left Bitty exhausted with ears that refused to pop even after landing. He trailed after his parents through the airport in a daze, still a bit in shock over why they had come in the first place. In less than three days Bitty would be going under the knife to give up his kidney to a boy a few years older than him, a boy he’d never met, whose name he didn’t even know.

              “Dicky, don’t dawdle,” his mother called from a few yards ahead. The blond boy hurried after his parents heading for customs and then baggage claim. Voices speaking French and heavily accented English filled the air around him like the songs of so many birds. Coach fetched their rental car, a dark blue SUV, which they piled into as rain began to fall. A twenty-minute drive found them at a large, rather lavish, hotel. The parents of the transplant recipient had offered to pay for their hotel when Bitty had been found a match and agreed to give up one of his kidneys for a young man he’d never met.

               Once in their room Bitty flopped onto his bed with a sigh, the blue bedspread cool under his fingertips. After his fourth stick of gum he’d managed to get his ears to pop. Coach had gone downstairs to inquire about places to eat while Bitty and Mama Bittle unpacked. The boy pulled his legs up to his chest. “Mama, is it bad that I’m scared?” His voice was small as he spoke the fears that had built up inside him for weeks now. She turned and joined him on the plush queen size bed.

               “Oh Dicky, honey, no it ain’t bad to be scared. Any sort of surgery is scary and to go through something like this for someone you don’t even know is so incredibly brave and kind. Baby, you can’t understand how proud your Daddy and I are of you.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. They sat curled together whispering quietly until Coach returned from the lobby.

               Not too far away in another part of the city the Zimmermann family sat together in their home. Tall, lanky Jack lay curled in a quilt on the sofa as his parents spoke quietly. His long fingers ran slowly up and down across the mark running along his side. “You’ve always had a part of me inside honey,” danced along his skin in a looping script. His soulmark, the only thing that kept him going some days was that mark that promised him there was someone out there who was he was meant to be with.

               “Papa, will I get to meet him?” Jack’s quiet words pulled Bob’s attention away from his wife.

               “Meet who?”

               “My donor, you said he was about my age, right? Will I get to meet him?” His father reached over and gave Jack’s exposed foot a gentle squeeze. The corners of Jack’s mouth turned up slightly at the gesture.

               “I’m sure we could talk to his parents and see if they would be alright with that.” The smile fully formed on his lips as his heavy eyes sank shut.

 Tuesday morning found the Bittles in the hospital for tests and prep before Bitty’s surgery on Thursday. The fact that he was a match to the unknown young man had been found by sheer fluke. He’d gotten tested for compatibility for the sake of a cousin who he did not match with but a young man from Quebec who’d been on the transplant list was a match. Being the kindhearted soul that he was Bitty had only needed a few days to make his choice and donate his kidney. The young man was quiet as they ran test after test, answering all the questions asked of him. When they took a break, Bitty groaned and leaned back in his seat. The antiseptic smell of cleaners and chemicals gave him a headache and made his eyes burn. His parents had gone for another cup of coffee leaving Bitty alone with his thoughts. His eyes snapped open at a knock at the door.

“Excuse me, are you Eric?” A beautiful woman about his mother’s age stood in the doorway with blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. Bitty hesitated for a brief moment before nodding.

“Yes ma’am, can I help you?” A soft smile overtook her features.

“I’m sorry to bother you my dear, I’m sure you’ve had a hard day. My son is the one receiving your kidney and the nurses told me you were still here.” Her voice wavered as she struggled against the tears that welled in her eyes. “I just had to thank you. My son has been in pain for so long and your kindness will take that pain away.” The tears welled over and ran down her cheeks before a slender hand brushed them away. Bitty bit his lip as he listened to the grateful words of a desperate mother. Tears began to well up in his own eyes. He hopped off his seat and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Can I be honest with you?” She nodded silently waiting to see what he had to say. “A few years ago, my soulmark all but disappeared. It was so faint I could barely see it anymore and I knew out there somewhere in the world was my soulmate and something was happening to them. It nearly destroyed me knowing that I might lose them before ever finding them. When the letter came that I was a match to your son, that memory of nearly losing my soulmate went through my head. What kind of person would I be if I allowed someone else to go through what I went through, let someone else’s soulmark fade away to nothing when I could possibly keep it from happening.” Tears slipped down her high cheek bones as she gazed at this young man who was so wise beyond his years.

“Eric, you have such an incredibly kind heart. No matter what happens on Thursday I hope you find your soulmate and I hope you never change. You are such a blessing on a world that needs more kindness in it.”  He was surprised when she pulled him into a tight hug. Bitty smiled and returned the hug. She released him and gently touched his cheek. “Thank you again Eric my dear. I can’t thank you enough.” Pink blush overtook Bitty’s ears and cheeks.

Thursday rolled around and soon both boys were prepared for surgery. As one surgical team removed Bitty’s healthy kidney, the incision running like a punctuating line under his soul mark, a second team worked to remove Jack’s failing kidney. Once the healthy organ was out it was whisked to the second operating room and the transplant began while the first surgeon close up the young southerner. A few hours later Bitty finally came to in a hotel room. He groaned at the pain in his side but a soft smile spread across his face knowing that he’d done something good.

A second bed stood across the room, a thin curtain hung to separate them. Bitty chewed his bottom lip as he looked across at the dark haired young man sleeping across the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off that handsome face. The other boy began to stir finally coming out of his own post-surgery sleep. His bright blue eyes were a perfect match to those of the woman he’d met earlier in the week. Their eyes met across the room and they both just stared, Bitty looking away first. He shyly opened his mouth to speak but Jack spoke first.

“I guess I’ll have a part of you inside me from now on…” he trailed off hoping now to scare the other boy. Bitty’s hand flew to his side, his eyes growing bright. Jack’s own mark began to tingle under the pain of his stitches.

“You’ve always had a part of me inside honey,” Bitty replied. A matching smile spread across Jack’s face as he placed a hand over his own mark, “And you always will.”

[zarcake-writes]

Death and the Mermaid

Part 2! Thank you all for the likes, comments, and reblogs. It means so much to me, seriously it does. Hope you all enjoy this part! 

Warnings: Some blood

Part 1 

Gabe returned the next day, and every day after, to see you at the beach. You always smiled when you saw him, and he always smiled behind his mask at the sight of you. He would remove his mask, coat, boots, and gloves and sit with you on the sand on stand in the water while you sat in it. He began bringing some shorts so he could sit close to the water with you.

You asked him about his life and what he did, he always seemed hesitant to answer you. All he said was that he was once a soldier and now he does stuff on the side. You often played with the Talon symbol on his waist, but he didn’t like talking about the symbol. Or the red cylinder things that hung on his belt and chest. You enjoyed playing with his phone, he even downloaded a few games that you found intriguing and fun. He smiled at the trills and clicks you gave out and the way your tail would slap against the wet sand, when you got excited or annoyed your dorsal fin would flare out. In turn, he asked you about your life and what it was like in the ocean.

“The ocean can be a lonely place. I never expected to be alone, merfolk like me are not solitary creatures, but I left my pod when I younger.”

“Why?”

“I was young and foolish. I was angry they kept telling me to stop visiting the fisherman. They warned me of the dangers of humans, but the fisherman did the same. He was kind and dismissed the rumors around his small town about my pod existing. I left my pod after he died,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry,” Gabe said.

“It’s ok. After I left my pod; I traveled along coasts for a long time. I meant the Spanish sailor followed his ship across the ocean and back again. Every night he would speak to me in Spanish and broken English. His ship kept me safe. I was heartbroken when he told me he was no longer going to be a sailor and he was going home to his wife.”

“Why were you sad? Did you love him?” Gabe asked. You gave him a look.

“Not all mermaid’s fall in love with humans. He was my friend. And I didn’t want to be alone again, when he left I was alone. You’re the first human I’ve spoken to in many years.”

You both grew quiet, you looked out to the ocean and sighed. You smacked your tail softly against the sand and your dorsal fin sagged a little more than usual.

“That knife on the belt, what is it?” Gabe asked.

You turned and pulled the knife out of its sheath. Gabe’s eyes went wide when he saw it wasn’t a knife but a very large tooth. He could tell you kept it sharpened and had flattened down part of it to make a handle. Reaper took it and marveled at the size.

“What is this from?”

“Something that died long ago. I saved a deep-sea merman sometime back and he gave me this as a thank you,” you said.

“How did you save him?”

“He got stuck in a net and was struggling to move. Those merfolks have gills, and if they stop moving they won’t be able to breath. I grabbed the net and kept him moving as I undid it. I thought he was going to kill me after, but he swam off and brought me this.”

“How did you find him?”

“I was hunting and I heard his call for help. If he was any deeper in the ocean, I wouldn’t have been able to help him. But I’ve used this ever since.”

“I don’t want to know what this came from,” Gabe said. He handed you the tooth and you sheathed it.

“You humans aren’t the only dangerous things in this world,” you said with a smirk.

It was those times with you that Gabe felt, normal. He learned so much about your kind and you learned much about him. He learned the cave you slept in had a constant supply of oxygen and that’s where you hid your treasure. He learned you enjoyed eating sharks, but with the way human’s hunt them you had to stop. He learned you played with a pod of dolphins that shared your territory. You learned about cars and human things like television and how humans lived in square homes. You learned Gabe enjoyed eating spicy food, he explained it made your tongue burn and tingle. You made a face at that description.

He even started swimming with you. He was in awe of how you swam. You moved in beautiful fluid motions, your dorsal fin would help you change your direction. He loved the way your hair floated around you when you both were underwater. You were beautiful, hauntingly and inhumanly beautiful. This was your domain, it made Gabe a bit nervous when you would circle him and flash him a toothy grin, but he trusted you would not kill him. Gabriel always thought himself to be a strong swimmer, yet watching you swim with such ease made him feel inadequate. Even with the chemicals from the SEP he couldn’t keep up with you.

“You move funny in the water Gabriel,” you told him. You were lazily circling him as he was treading the water, the way he moved his arms and legs was loud and messy. He chased away all the fish.

“It’s how humans swim.”

“It’s silly and loud. Your thrashing scares away the fish, and you’re so slow,” you said. He only raised an eyebrow at you. After this, you told him to hold you and you propelled the both of you through the water. You motioned to a rocky area along the beach and told him your cave was in those rocks.

When he was shirtless, you marveled at his body as much as he marveled at yours. The scars and the smoke, he was clearly a predator like you. You enjoyed touching the smoke in the water it reminded you of the ink an octopus released. You liked touching the hair on his chest and stomach, you let out a happy clicking noise every time. The hair on is legs was thick, but you couldn’t go beyond his knees. Your clawed hand went too high one day and he jerked away, yet he wouldn’t say why. You figured it was a human thing.

Soon the friendly laughs and conversations turned into something more. You began sitting closer to Gabe, and he always had his hand on you. Whether it was your hand or your tail, he always had his hand on you. You were soon flopping your tail down on his lap and he would touch the skin on of your tail or the dorsal fin on your back.

Gabe began bringing you things he thought you would like and enjoy seeing. He brought you human music which had you clicking along with it one day. When Gabe danced for you, you let out several happy clicks and slapped your tail on the ground. He picked you up and held you to his body and began swaying with you against him. The noises you were letting out made the man smile.

Another day he brought a brush and brushed through your hair, you let out a trill when you found your hair to be soft instead of the usual tangles. He saw your ears for the first time that day, they were long and pointy. He couldn’t help but touch them, you let out a laugh and moved away. When he braided your dark hair, you touched the braid and smiled at him.

“Where’s your hair?” you asked. You ran your hands over his buzzed hair, it was soft and felt funny under your hands.

“I keep it cute short.”

“Why?”

“It’s easier for me to manage,” Gabe said.

“I like this hair here. Male mers don’t have hair here or on the rest of their bodies,” you said. You touched the hair on his face and marveled at how it felt. In fact, you liked all the hair on his body. The hair on his chest, stomach, and his legs. It was fascinating and beautiful. You still wondered why you couldn’t touch him above his knees, but when you asked Gabe he only blushed and shrugged.

After that, you began bringing him things. Shells, sea glass, rocks, and things you found in the ocean, he treasured everything you gave him. You even had a collection of things you didn’t understand from the human world. One of the things you brought was metal and rusted, Gabe’s eyes went wide when he saw it. He took it and touched the rust and barnacles growing on the sides.

“What is it?”

“A gun,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“It’s… it’s a weapon human’s use. They’re useless in water, the gunpowder gets wet and they start to rust. This one is useless now,” Gabe said.

“Ohhh I remember the other human’s telling me about these. I was always more worried about those harpoons or fishing nets. It doesn’t look dangerous, only heavy and broken,” you said.

“Well, a gun shoots something called a bullet. And a bullet can penetrate water, and might be able to hurt you. They’re still dangerous. Very dangerous. Sapphire?”

“Yes?” you asked. Gabe still had the gun in his hand, and he had a worried look on his face. You reached for his hand.

“If you see people come here with these things, people that aren’t me, don’t reveal yourself. In fact, get as far away as you can. Will you do that for me? Please?” Gabe asked. The look in his face made your dorsal fin rise and you let out a nervous clicking noise.

“Yes. I don’t just reveal myself to groups of people. Why would people come here?”

“They won’t. It’s just… don’t worry about it. I know how cruel people can be. And I don’t want you to get hurt. I would… would be in so much pain if I lost you,” Gabe said. He dropped the gun on the sand and took your hand.

“You better not get hurt either Gabe. I care about you greatly,” you said. You squeezed his hand and scooted closer to him.

“I won’t, I promise.”

It was almost a month later when you kissed him. That day he stayed longer with you and told you he wouldn’t be able to see you for a while after this. You kissed his cheek and you thought you upset him. In the setting sun, his face got darker than usual and his eyes went wide.

You were beginning to apologize when he kissed you on the lips. His hands were on the side of your face. You kissed him back and touched his face gently. You tasted like the ocean, and thankfully not like fish, and he tasted like something strong and sweet. You didn’t know the taste. When he pulled away you touched your lips and let out a clicking noise.

“Do you know what that means?” he asked you.

“Yes. I’ve seen human’s mating before on the beaches, and my kind do something similar when we’re interested in someone,” you said. Gabe saw your cheeks grow darker, he smiled when he realized you were blushing.

“Really?”

“Yes. Can… we kiss again?” you asked.

“Yes.”

You leaned forward and kissed Gabe. His hand wrapped around your waist and his other hand cupped the back of your head, your dorsal fin twitched. You touched his face and touched his chest, through his shirt you could feel how firm he was. When he nibbled your lip, you let out a soft trill.

“You taste like the ocean,” he said softly when he pulled away.

“You bit my lip. Human’s bit their mates too?” you asked, you were breathing hard. Gabe blushed when you used the word mate.

“Well, some like to be bitten, yes.”

“Your teeth are flat and unable to do damage. How do you leave a mark?” you asked. You pulled up his lip and narrowed your eyes at his teeth.

“A mark?” he asked once he pulled away your fingers.

“When my kind mate, we bite our mates and leave a scar. It shows other’s we have a mate, and it gives our mates something to be proud of. Do human’s not do that?”

“We leave marks, but not with the intention to create a scar.”

“Will you show me these marks you leave?”

“Yes, I will,” Gabe said. He leaned forward and kissed your neck softly, you let out a noise as you felt how his facial hair rub against you skin. It felt weird. His arms wrapped around your body, one was around your waist and the other moved your head to the side. When you felt him bite you, you let out what sounded like a moan mixed with a growl.

“Aww that feels good,” you growled. Gabe chuckled against your skin and bit you harder, he began sucking against your skin. You grabbed his shoulders, your nails dug into his back and you slammed your tail against the wet sand. The noises you were making was turning Gabriel on, all of you was turning him on.

When Gabriel pulled away, he smirked when he saw the dark mark on your skin. Your blue skin was darker in that spot, and he made sure to dig his teeth in the skin to draw blood. Your blood was coppery and there was another taste he couldn’t place. You touched your neck and saw several red blood spots on your finger-tips. You looked up at him and smiled a toothy grin up at the man, he gave you a smug look.

“Can… I mark you?”

“When I come back to you, I’ll let you mark me. We can do more then, if you want,” he said. Gabe touched your face and kissed your lips.

“I look forward to it,” You said.

Gabe left you when the moon came up, he kissed every part of your body and left dark marks along your body. He played with your nipples and the noise you let out went straight to his cock, when he bit down you clung to him tightly. Your nails dug into his back and shoulders, you manage to shred the back of his shirt, he let out a growl that didn’t sound human when you broke the skin. But he told you not to stop scratching him. As he kissed and sucked your skin, more smoke was coming off him than usual.

Gabe left you with a shredded shirt, but you were amazed when you saw the scratches were healed. You saw dried blood on the back his shirt and his skin, his blood was on your fingers. He kissed your lips and promised to return to you. He promised to come back to you. You watched him pull on his jacket and slid on his mask. You crawled back into the water and watched him leave the beach.

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Hi, my name is Layla Jeffrey and I’m a Nutritionist, Author and Expert on the subject of Fatty Liver.

Back in 2009, and at just 36 years of age, I was suffering from very poor health.

I’d recently been diagnosed with depression because every day had become a struggle for me, and I wasn’t enjoying life at all.

I was constantly tired and sluggish, and finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my day job.

I was stressed-out, irritable and struggling to sleep, which then made things even worse.

My skin – which had been blemish free through my entire life was now starting to breakout relentlessly, and whatever I did, I couldn’t seem to get it under control.

And as the months and years went by, my symptoms just got worse and worse…

I started to develop cramps and pain in my lower back and abdomen, which really started to worry me.

After visiting many different Doctors, I was eventually diagnosed with a “fatty liver”, or to be more precise, Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis (NASH).

“The Different Types of

Fatty Liver Disease

”

After some research, I found that Fatty Liver Disease can be categorized as Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (AFLD), Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (NAFLD) or Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis (NASH).

All 3 include a range of conditions from simple “steatosis” (a fatty infiltration of the liver tissue which can interfere with your health), to cirrhosis (an irreversible and potentially fatal build-up of scar tissue in the liver).

Although NAFLD and NASH are similar to Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, people who contract these diseases (like me) drink little or no alcohol, yet it can still lead to permanent liver damage, cancer and liver-related death.

Plus, all people with Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease have an increased risk of developing cardiovascular problems such as heart attacks and stroke.

According to recent statistics, Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Diseases are becoming more and more common. In fact, it’s estimated that up to 35% of the entire world population may have either fatty liver or NASH.

And the primary reason is the modern diet.

You see, in my case, the cause of my Fatty Liver wasn’t what I was drinking…

“It Was What I Was

EATING

”

My diet had caused my Fatty Liver, and it was slowly killing me.

In fact, my Doctor told me that the patterns in my liver enzyme levels indicated that if I didn’t do anything to reverse the damage, my chances of developing liver cancer or deadly cirrhosis within the next 5 years were over 70%.

I was terrified, but as I soon discovered, he wasn’t exaggerating.

After looking into Fatty Liver Diseases a little more, I found that a clinical study, conducted in Norway on 47,594 people with fatty liver, concluded that it INCREASES THE RISK OF CANCER.

And not just liver cancer either – lung cancer, stomach cancer, pancreatic cancer, colon cancer, oesophageal cancer, and more.

It was clear to me that my diet was ruining my health and putting my life in danger, and I had to do something about it – AND FAST.

“How I

Reversed My Fatty Liver,

Lost 32 lbs & Added Years To My Life Expectancy!”

To begin with, my Doctor told me that the main thing I needed to do was lose some weight…

And he was right…

After all, studies show that 70% of people with fatty liver are OBESE.

However, he gave me absolutely no advice or guidance about what I should or shouldn’t be eating!

After an entire year of trying and failing to lose weight and improve my health, and after seeing multiple Doctors who didn’t seem to know anything about how to cure my condition, there was only one option left…

“I had to fix the problem

myself!

”

I decided to take a course in NUTRITION and learn what I needed to do to reverse my fatty liver and reclaim my health.

I’d always been interested in the subject, and my desperation to improve my health and lose weight naturally and safely had given me the motivation I needed to do it.

After 3 years of studying, where I paid particular attention to the liver, my health improved dramatically, and I lost 32 lbs, with barely any effort at all.

And this was because during my studies, I discovered that the liver plays an ABSOLUTELY CRUCIAL ROLE in weight loss.

One of your liver’s main jobs is to break down fat and turn it into energy, but when it’s not functioning properly, it simply can’t handle the excess fat and sugar coming at it, which results in fat piling up in all the wrong places all over your body.

This makes the task of losing weight

almost impossible.

This is why your diets have failed.

It’s like pouring water into a bucket, only to discover that there’s a bunch of massive holes in the bottom!

So if you have a fatty liver which isn’t functioning properly, you can’t lose weight.

And you can’t lose weight because you have a fatty liver!

It’s a Catch 22 situation, and most Doctors simply don’t have the nutritional knowledge and training to solve it.

“BUT THERE IS A SOLUTION – AND IT’S

100% NATURAL!

”

I created and followed my very own program for reversing my fatty liver, and the results were STUNNING:

I was full of ENERGY & VITALITY.

I was SLEEPING SOUNDLY and waking bright-eyed and eager to begin the day.

I was ALERT & FOCUSED at work, with no trouble concentrating. (In fact, I received a promotion and a pay rise within 6 months of starting my Nutrition course!)

My skin became CLEARER, SMOOTHER & BLEMISH-FREE again, which transformed my confidence levels and self-esteem.

The whites of my eyes returned to their normal, HEALTHY COLOR.

And after seeing me bound into his room with a big smile on my face and bundles of energy, my Doctor agreed that I NO LONGER NEEDED ANTI-DEPRESSANTS!

In fact…

“When I Returned to See My Doctor,

He Couldn’t Believe His Eyes!”

Not only did I look like a different person on the outside, but on the INSIDE too!!

My liver enzyme levels had returned to normal, my liver was free from inflammation and back to its happy self, and I literally hadn’t felt better in my entire life.

And that got me thinking…

Now that I had the experience and knowledge to REVERSE MY OWN CASE OF FATTY LIVER, lose weight quickly and dramatically improve my health at the same time, I wanted to help other people too… people just like me who were scared, confused and frustrated by their Doctor’s lack of knowledge about HOW to actually go about fixing the problem.

So I decided to put everything I’d learned about my Fatty Liver and how to reverse it into an easy-to-follow, step-by-step program.

Then I started sharing it with fellow fatty liver sufferers all over the world.

And every single one of them experienced incredible results.

AND NOW YOU CAN BENEFIT TOO!

INTRODUCING…

Fatty Liver Remedy™

Reverse fatty liver, lose weight and improve your overall health and wellbeing, FAST!

HERE ARE JUST A FEW THINGS YOU’LL DISCOVER IN Fatty Liver Remedy™

Time-tested, proven and all-natural ways to PREVENT & REVERSE the 3 main categories of Fatty Liver Disease: Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (AFLD), Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (NAFLD) and Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis (NASH).

The perfect LIVER-CLEANSING DETOX guaranteed to give your liver the care and attention it needs to recover and thrive, and dramatically improve your health and wellbeing.

How to LOSE WEIGHT the correct, healthy way (no crash dieting, no calorie counting and no fad diets that only succeed in wrecking your health in the long-term)

The foods you need to AVOID that have resulted in your “fatty liver” and poor health.

Fat-fighting NATURAL INGREDIENTS proven to replenish and renew liver cells.

POTENT HERBS that will purify and cleanse your liver and restore it to its optimum state FAST, giving you the energy and vitality of a teenager!

The most powerful “liver-friendly” HERBAL DRINK (drink this 3 or 4 times a day and your liver will be super fit in no time!)

The common medications you should AVOID at all costs – or risk destroying your liver even further

LIFESTYLE TIPS you absolutely must follow if you want to protect your liver and give yourself the best possible chance of living a long and healthy life.

Powerful drink proven to DECREASE the accumulation of fat in the liver – and where to get it!

HEALTHY COOKING OILS you can use that will help suck out harmful toxins from your body and cleanse your liver.

The most powerful “LIVER-DETOXIFYING” FOODS in the World (eat these foods, and you will be guaranteed to reverse your liver damage, lose weight quickly and easily, and dramatically improve your health and wellbeing!)

And much more!

Below you can find some of the results that Fatty Liver Remedy™ has achieved for my customers…

“I’ve never felt better”

“I was diagnosed with Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease 4 years ago and it absolutely terrified me. I drank regularly, but I had no idea how much it had affected my liver, and how important my liver actually was to my health. Thanks to your program I’ve been able to reverse the damage I caused and I’ve never felt better. Thank you so much!”

David Masterson, 42 – Pretoria, S.A.

“You are a Life Saver!”

“Layla, I just wanted to say thank you for what you have done for me. Your advice and guidance have been life-changing. I was depressed, overweight and suffering terribly before my husband found your website and bought your program for me. I have never had an official diagnosis of fatty liver but after the improvements I’ve seen, I’m pretty sure that was it! I’ve followed your program to the letter and now I feel so much better. You are a LIFE SAVER!”

Brenda Montgomery, 40 – East Fife, Scotland

“My liver function has improved beyond belief”

“Your program has put all of my Docs to shame. I have had NASH for 7 years and I honestly thought there was nothing I could do about it – but only because my Doctors have been so useless. All they did was put me on a variety of different medication. I’m so glad I found your website before it was too late. I have not only lost weight, but my liver function has improved beyond belief which has had a massive (and very positive) effect on my overall health.”

Gary Sayers, 47 – Toledo, US

“The difference has been amazing”

“I was told I had Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis. The advice and help out there are almost non-existent so I struggled to understand what I needed to do. Your program has made everything so much easier. Not only do I now understand my condition and what caused it, but I know EXACTLY what I need to do to make myself better. I have already seen a great improvement to my health.”

Guan-yin Huáng, Bradford, UK

* Testimonials Published With Customer Permission.

“Don’t Just Treat the Symptoms…

Fix the Cause!”

It’s time to STOP treating your body like you don’t care about it.

Your liver is the second most important organ you have, carrying out over 800 vital functions all day, every day!

But right now, your liver is not working as it should, because it CAN’T…

It’s full of fat, toxins and inflammation – and this is causing all of your current symptoms, like tiredness, muscle fatigue, headaches, brain-fog, skin discoloration, difficulty sleeping, abdominal pain, weight gain, bad skin, jaundice, and much more!

And it’s no use wasting your time and money trying to treat these symptoms with painkillers, medication, caffeine or energy drinks to get you through each day.

These things MASK your symptoms and alleviate them for a few hours ONLY. They do nothing to fix the underlying cause – which is your fatty liver.

Right now, I’m giving you the chance to reverse your fatty liver, claim back your health and start enjoying your life again!

So the next question you’re probably asking yourself is this…

“How Much Will It Cost Me To Get My Hands On

Fatty Liver Remedy™

?”

Well, before I answer that, let me first ask you a question.

How much would you pay to look and feel better than you have in years?

How much would you pay to finally say goodbye to your current health complaints, and feel like your “young” self again?

How much would you pay to have a perfectly working liver that guarantees your health for years to come?

… To potentially add years to your lifespan, so you can watch your grandkids grow up and ENJOY your retirement in excellent health?

Would you pay $500 to achieve such transformational and life-changing results?

What about $300? That’s an absolute bargain, right?

Well don’t worry, because I’m not going to ask you to spend anything like that kind of money!

Because I genuinely want to help you…

Having suffered from the horrible effects of a Fatty Liver Disease myself, I know how much it can ruin a person’s life – and I don’t want it to ruin yours any longer.

So for that reason, and for a limited time only, I’m making Fatty Liver Remedy™ available for only…

NOTE: Fatty Liver Remedy™ is a digital product. You will receive access to the entire system immediately after you order – even if it’s 2am!

That’s right…

JUST $37 to get your hands on a proven program for preventing and reversing Fatty Liver… a program that has changed my life, and has been proven to work time and time again for hundreds and thousands of other people right across the world

With Fatty Liver Remedy™, there will be…

NO MORE feeling tired, sluggish and weak, where you need stimulants like coffee, sugary snacks and energy drinks to get you through the day (which only makes the situation worse)

NO MORE “brain-fog”, difficulty concentrating or impaired judgment.

NO MORE abdominal pain and cramping.

NO MORE patchy, dark skin discoloration or jaundice.

NO MORE skin problems caused by the build-up of toxins in your liver.

NO MORE confusion about how to lose weight in order to reduce the fat in your liver (remember, doctors know very little about nutrition; they are NOT nutritionists)

NO MORE wasting money trying to mask the symptoms (now you can fix the cause)

NO MORE worries about whether your fatty liver might develop into a deadly disease like cirrhosis or cancer, and seriously shorten your life.

This simple home-based program is safe, natural and PROVEN to work.

And the best thing is, you don’t even need to step outside your front door to benefit from it.

That’s why this is such a no-brainer.

But that’s not all!

As a thank you for ordering…

“I’m Also Going to Give You These Incredible Bonuses,

Absolutely Free!

”

BONUS #1: 188 Liver Friendly Recipes – VALUE: $67 (YOURS FREE!)

In “188 Liver Friendly Recipes” you will find 188 recipes which you can make at home. These very healthy recipes are not only great for your liver but taste great too.

This special bonus is currently being sold for $67 by third parties but I’m going to include it with your order

absolutely free.

BONUS #2: Detox Your Body: $47 (YOURS FREE!)

Detoxification is the best way to rid your body of toxins, which can slow it down and make it unhealthy.

After the detox is completed, you will feel “lighter” and have more energy. Also, since a detox is used to clear away free radicals, your body’s immune system will be stronger and you will have a lower risk of getting serious illnesses. Finally, detoxification will clear your blood, helping it circulate better.

BONUS #3: What to Eat & What to Avoid: $37 (YOURS FREE!)

To make sure that your liver stays in optimal healthy condition, you need to learn what to eat and what to avoid.

This comprehensive guide is a very useful read not just for the fatty liver sufferers but also to everyone who wishes to improve his diet.

BONUS #4: Lifetime Updates Guarantee – (YOURS FREE!)

I’m always looking to improve The Fatty Liver Remedy™ program, because I want to make sure that you get the best possible results both now, and in the future too. So when I update the system and add new techniques that I’ve discovered, you’ll be the first to know! In fact, I will send you the new, updated edition straight to your inbox, absolutely free!

BONUS #5: Customer Support By Author – (YOURS FREE!)

And if all that’s not enough, I will also be on hand to provide you with all the advice and guidance you need, and answer any questions you may have about the Fatty Liver Remedy™ program. So feel free to send me an email (address provided with your order) whenever you like, and as often as you like, and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

And I’m still not finished!

To show you that I’m genuine, and that I really do want to help you, I’m going to sweeten the deal EVEN FURTHER, by including the following…

Rock-Solid 100% Money-Back Guarantee!

If Fatty Liver Remedy™ doesn’t transform your health within 60 days, you don’t pay!

It’s as simple as that…

This program has been proven to work time and time again, so I’m more than happy to put my money where my mouth is, and provide this rock-solid 60-day money-back guarantee so that you can put it to the test in your own time, and at absolutely no financial risk to yourself whatsoever.

And if for

ANY reason you’re not 100% satisfied, or you simply change your mind, I will refund every single penny with no questions asked and no hard feelings!

So go ahead and order today, and try out Fatty Liver Remedy™ for a full 60 days on me…

You risk absolutely NOTHING!

NOTE: Fatty Liver Remedy™ is a digital product. You will receive access to the entire system immediately after you order – even if it’s 2am!

Think about it for a moment…

Why continue spending money trying to mask the symptoms of your ill health when I’m giving you the chance to finally FIX THE CAUSE – YOUR LIVER?

It’s the second most important organ in your entire body, and it’s about time you started looking after it!!

And you can start today, for just $37!

“Ok, it’s decision time…”

And you have 3 options…

OPTION #1: You can continue on as you are, plodding through life in poor health, never feeling 100% and forever battling your symptoms. And remember, by doing nothing, the health and functionality of your liver is only going to deteriorate further, which could lead to a wide range of very serious and potentially FATAL DISEASES, like diabetes, heart attacks, stroke, cirrhosis of the liver and cancer.

Can you really ignore the health of your liver any longer?

OPTION #2: You can continue wasting money treating the SYMPTOMS of your ill health with pills and other forms of medication, and use stimulants like coffee, sugar and energy drinks to get you through each day. But once again, by doing this, your health is

guaranteed

to get worse, because you won’t be fixing the root CAUSE of the problem – your fatty liver.

OPTION #3:

Or you can take the smart, inexpensive and 100% NATURAL OPTION

The ONLY option.

And get a solution that is GUARANTEED to work, or your money back!

Fatty Liver Remedy™

Reverse fatty liver, lose weight and improve your overall health and wellbeing, FAST!

NOTE: Fatty Liver Remedy™ is a digital product. You will receive access to the entire system immediately after you order – even if it’s 2am!

So I urge you to make the right decision…

To make the best investment you will ever make…

… An investment in yourself, your health, and your future happiness.

Best Wishes, Layla Jeffrey Nutritionist & Creator of Fatty Liver Remedy™

P.S. Remember, this is the EXACT same step-by-step program that transformed my own health, and has helped thousands of people around the world to achieve similarly life-changing results!

And all you need to do to get the same results yourself is follow the program!

P.P.S. Please bear in mind that the price of Fatty Liver Remedy™ is incredibly low, and has been deliberately kept low to help as many sufferers as possible to reverse their fatty liver and improve their health. However, I cannot guarantee that the price will remain this low on a permanent basis. So if you come back tomorrow and the price has changed to $77, $97 or more, you have been warned!

P.P.P.S. Being sceptical is natural, but I’ve made sure that there’s absolutely no risk to you! When you order Fatty Liver Remedy™ you are fully protected by a rock-solid 60-day money-back guarantee.

You risk absolutely NOTHING!

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“I have lost 19 lbs and never felt better”

“After I was diagnosed with Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease in 2010 my life changed dramatically. The doctors made it sound like a death sentence and it hit me hard. It seems so obvious to me now but at the time I had no idea how important my diet was in reversing the problem. I stopped drinking and then found your program. The results have been incredible. I have lost 19 lbs and never felt healthier.”

Geoff Fazackerly, 48 – Melbourne, Australia

“I feel like a different person!”

“I used to be really sluggish, irritable and tired all the time. My doctor told me I had fat in my liver, which I hadn’t even heard of before. My wife started looking into ways to sort it out and found your program 2 months ago. I stuck to it religiously and have lost 17 lbs already. I feel like a different person! Thanks so much for your hard work in putting this together and helping people like me.”

Derek Lambass, 54 – Kentucky, U.S.

“If only I found you 5 years ago!”

“I have suffered from NASH for over 5 years. And last year I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes as well. All the doctors ever wanted to do was give me pills and all sorts of medications. I didn’t want to pump my body full of drugs so I started to do my own research. Eventually I found your program and it immediately made sense! Thanks to your program the transformation in my health has been nothing short of a miracle. I not only feel 100 times better, but I barely need to take any insulin at all anymore. If only I found you 5 years ago!”

Amrita Gupta, 39 – Birmingham, UK

“Your program should be made available to everyone”

“Thank you Layla!! Your program should be made available to everyone, regardless of whether they have fatty liver or anything else! Since putting your advice into practice I feel more energized, happier and I haven’t had a headache in weeks. I can almost feel the toxins leaving my body! Thanks again”

Karl Henry, 36 – Massachusetts, U.S.

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FICTION: Ivanka Run: Chapter 1- Greetings from Crimea

After years on the lam, world-class criminal mastermind Ivanka Trump must come out of hiding to find her long-lost husband.

  Una Donna Sconosciuta

  “Vuole qualcosa di più, signora?”

  “No, grazie,” the woman smiled. As the waiter walked back inside, she placed her paper on the table and, running a hand through her cropped, jet-black hair, looked out across the piazza. She closed her eyes and angled her face up at the waning evening light, when she was startled by a name she hadn’t heard uttered in years.

  “Ivanka.”

  Greetings from Crimea

  Ivanka unclasped her shutters and pulled them open. “Give it a minute. It won’t be so stuffy.” The man grunted in response, and keeping his hands in his pockets, he surveyed the stucco-walled, sparsely decorated living room, sweeping his socked feet along the cool, burgundy tile floor. Though outside the sun had fallen below the tops of the surrounding buildings, the earth seemed to still radiate with the day’s baked-in heat. “Do you want a drink?” Ivanka crossed the room to a small bar set up in the corner.

  “Bellini.”

  “They’re playing Taylor’s latest video everywhere around here.” She looked back at him over her shoulder as she filled a glass with champagne, flashing a wry grin. “Kay certainly looks healthy.”

  “I may have a lead on where he is, Vank.” Ivanka set the bottle down hard on the table. A dog barked in the courtyard below.

  “He’s dead, Josh.”

  Josh sat down in a wicker chair and proffered a postcard from his inside jacket pocket. “I received this in the mail last week. Postmarked Simferopol.” Ivanka stepped across the room to where Josh sat and took the postcard from his hand. There was no message written. She flipped it over to the front, and emblazoned across the top of a photograph of a cathedral were the words “Greetings from Crimea.”

  A Brother’s Intuition

  “Mind if I vape?”

  “No, please. The fog helps keep my skin dewy.” Ivanka continued to study the postcard, flipping it over again and again, as if some new clue would suddenly manifest itself. “Christ, Josh, this could’ve come from anyone. The Main Directorate. Deutsche Bank. There may still be an outstanding account with a Central Park West body image coach. Someone’s trying to set you up.”

  “I’ve received plenty of those. Ruses. Red herrings. This is different. I have a feeling about this one.”

  “A feeling. I certainly had a feeling, too, when I received Jared’s severed hand by way of DHL.”

  “Pssh,” Josh shook his head. “You know how many stray men’s hands they have lying around the crown prince’s palace?”

  “With fingers that dainty?”

  Josh drained the last of his Bellini. “Think, Vank. If he is alive, that could be your ticket back.”

  Addio

  “One thing’s for certain,” Josh said, standing from the wicker chair and stepping over to the window, “you’re not safe here.” He placed his glass on the window sill. “I mean, if I can find you.”

  Ivanka watched Josh take a long pull from his vape pen. A dense, peach-flavored cloud escaped between his smiling lips. She sighed. “You have a big fucking mouth, Josh.”

  “It’s one of my best features,” he shrugged. “I got us a couple tickets on the regional train to Milan. I figure from ther—” The words seemed to catch in his throat. He coughed, his hand absently undoing the top button of his shirt. “Flom thur we cah—” He braced himself against the windowsill as he continued to hack. He looked up at Ivanka, his eyes filled with sudden shock and disdain.

  “You have plenty of other fine features, as well, Josh,” Ivanka grinned, “not least of which being your taste in champagne cocktails.”

  Josh’s hand slipped from the window sill, and he collapsed onto the tile floor, his cough abating as his body went still. Ivanka quickly crossed over to where he lay and began rifling through his pockets, removing his cell phone, two train tickets, and a small tube of high-end moisturizer, before moving over to the bar in the corner and sliding out a compact roller suitcase from the space underneath. She secured the cell phone and train tickets, along with the postcard, in an exterior pouch, and without looking back, grabbed the suitcase’s telescoping handle and exited the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

  Train to Milan

  Ivanka balanced a corner of the postcard on her knee, absently rotating it around, as she watched the countryside roll past her train window. Just a couple more hours to Milan. She figured once there, she’d run down her list of contacts. Certainly, she must have a friend left in that city who could help arrange a transport, or at the very least, some dego sap with modest influence and a penchant for soft-spoken, Monica Vitti types.

  She glanced down again at the postcard. Greetings from Crimea. Ivanka remembered the first trip she took with Jared to Simferopol. They had made a brief stopover on their way back from the G20 summit to talk business with Konstantin. She was so taken with Jared’s quiet genius; the way he was able to convince Konstantin to accept swing state voter data in exchange for exclusive building rights on Ukraine’s largest landfill for herring carcasses.

  But after all, that was a lifetime ago.

  Monica Vitti’s Papers

  “So, it’s ready, then?” Ivanka asked, following a squat, besuited man to a desk in the rear of his office. She glanced around the room and noted that the space, with its high ceilings, brand new fixtures, and chic decor, belied the man’s chosen line of work. Behind him, an expansive window looked down upon the train station’s pale facade.

  “Is fast order. Not easy,” the man said. He bent down behind his desk and unlocked the bottom drawer.

  “Your man said three days. It’s been a week already. I’m nearly on a first-name basis with the guys who sell slap bracelets in front of the Duomo.”

  He chuckled and, fishing out a red passport from the drawer, slapped the booklet on the desktop. “Is good work. You see?” The man grinned. He had yellow-stained, watery eyes. Half of a pencil mustache terminated in a splotchy scar that Ivanka guessed had been caused by an old chemical burn.

  She picked up the passport and quickly scanned its pages. “Checks out. Grazie,” she said, slipping the booklet into her pocket.

  “Is nothing, signora.” His eyes lingered over her as he absently stroked the single end of his mustache. “You remind me of somebody, signora. You know?”

  Ivanka took a tentative step back. “No.”

  “Ah! Monica Vitti!” The man clapped his hands, and Ivanka smiled. He laughed loudly. “L’eclisse!”

  A Stroll Through the Gardens

  The days in Simferopol tend to run together, particularly when your innkeeper only serves borscht. Ivanka hadn’t dared look into her toilet since she arrived.

  Progress was slow to nil. She had to tread carefully. There were quite a few people in the region who would’ve been interested to learn of her return. Of course, many of them were dead now. Dead or in the wind, like her. All the more reason why Ivanka thought Jared’s presence in Simferopol to be unlikely. But then, why was she there? Due diligence? Wishful thinking? Or maybe she’d simply wanted to practice her patronyms.

  Ivanka had taken to strolling around the university’s botanical gardens in the afternoons. Despite herself, she’d felt drawn to its winding, tree-lined paths, its long rows of flowers. When she and Jared were there years before, they had spent hours in the garden taking in the sights, making future plans, and discussing the respective values of various accounts on the books at Deutsche Bank.

  Ivanka approached the edge of a small meadow, reached into her coat pocket, and pulled out the postcard. She read its face again. Greetings from Crimea. A postcard is a message, but also a keepsake.

  A smile crept across Ivanka’s face. It was a funny thing, memory.

  FICTION: Ivanka Run: Chapter 1- Greetings from Crimea was originally published on Weekly Humorist

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Where the Wicked Walk: Ch. 14

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Chapter 14: Hop-Frog

           Alyss stared at the wall before her, and she counted the seconds like sandpaper.

           She had dealt in death before. Death had plagued her for far longer than any chronic pains or childhood traumas; it made her who she was. Her ease in it, slipping in and out and around the cracks of death is what made Francis Dolarhyde first recruit her to Hannibal Lecter’s following, a grouping of like-minded individuals that saw her previous works and congratulated her for it. Their hands had passed along her shoulders, awe and praise as she told her stories. The acknowledgement merely fueled her, merely made her dream of more to come.

           First her family. She’d never loved them anyway.

           Then the doctor that tried to prescribe her anti-psychotics. She would not be controlled.

           A woman that’d tried to take her ex-boyfriend, although he ended up walking in on their meeting and had to be put down, too. A shame, since his smile was so lovely it could light up her most dreadful of days, stuck working as she’d been in retail with people who honestly made her pension for killing go up a notch.

           But then Nate came along, and honestly she’s forgotten that ex-boyfriend’s name.

           “My condolences for your loss,” the interrogator said.

           Loss. Even before, when her name wasn’t Alyss, she wasn’t in the game of losing. She didn’t lose, she gained. She grew. Not anymore. She was most assuredly falling in on herself, and there could be no growth to come when everything around her was dead, dealing in shades of rotting, putrid grey.

           She bumped into him on a subway, and his eyes were the loveliest shade of tomorrow that she’d ever seen. She wondered what they looked like, now that he’d had time to begin decomposing. Ugly. Milky white. They wouldn’t be so mismatched anymore. A matching shade of death.

           “We want to help you, Kelly Brown. Maybe there’s an arrangement that we can come to, if you just answer a few of my questions.”

           When she found him the next day, a stirring in her chest that pushed, pushed, pushed, she’d been almost nervous that she was going to have to kill him to make that feeling go away. Soulmate, the general public said with the sort of sigh that made her teeth rot. You’ve found your soulmate, and isn’t that nice? It didn’t sound so nice to her. Alyss didn’t like being controlled, no matter if it was her mind or her body or a chemical reaction that made her focus on the shades of color within another person’s eyes.

           “This won’t change anything,” she promised him, clinging to his skin to make the whispers go away.

           “What if I want it to?” Nate asked her, clinging back.

           Then it turned out that Nate had a pension for killing, too.

           She didn’t feel much when she’d killed her family. Natural emotions, like frustration at their staining her favorite shirt. Fatigue after the care she took in displaying them, laying them out. Pride at her work, at the inevitability of taking care of something she probably should have dealt with years before. It was done now, though. She could say that it was done.

           “Kelly?”

           Nate’s death, though…God, she could feel it within her very cells it hurt so bad. She’d been stabbed a few times, shot on more than one occasion. One of the girls at the house had given her a cigarette burn on her left breast, and Nate had kissed away the pain of it. The scar was a lopsided heart that she liked to look at, each bit of raised tissue something pretty, something that was hers.

           She wondered if she told them that she couldn’t feel her legs, if they’d cut them off of her. Remove the dead tissue, give way to something new. She didn’t want something new, though, she wanted Nate for God’s sake. She felt his stomach give way, felt him stumble, searching. Distance was a razorblade to the skin, the gunshot wound the aftermath of a sledgehammer to the gut.

           The death a severance so complete that she was sure she was going to die.

           God, why wasn’t she dead?

           “Kelly, I do honestly want to help you, despite what you may think.”

           Her gaze lifted from the table before her, grey and matte and cold. The agent had a soulmate, that much she could see; one eye black, the other eye black with a ring of blue around it. The set of their eyes made them appear Chinese in nature, although she could be wrong. She didn’t like to assume those sort of things because it was a stereotype and it was ignorant. One of the girls at the house was Japanese, and she spent her time practicing crochet. She’d made Nate a hat once, two years before.

           “Is your soulmate alive?” Alyss asked. Her normal sort of self-control that would have made her voice sound so vividly sweet was gone. Her tone cracked on the way ‘alive’ tasted sour and rotten in her mouth. Alive, alive, alive. Why was she still alive?

           “Yes.”

           Alyss nodded in thought at that, fingertips pressed tight together as she considered them. She wondered how much force it’d take to bite them off so they’d stop hurting so much.

           “If I could…I would give them a smile like I gave Agent Bowman a smile,” she said at last, hoarsely. “Maybe the shock would be so much that you died when you felt the severance.”

           “Kelly-”

           “Are you afraid of death, FBI-Guy?”

           “I think we all are.”

           “I’m not. And neither was Nate.”

           “Was Nate your soulmate? We are trying to-”

           “I want you to tell Agent Crawford this for me,” she interrupted. He paused to listen, head tilted to catch the slightest word. “Think of it as a courtesy, nothing more or less than what he needs to hear.”

           “Alright, Kelly…I can do that.”

“Are you listening carefully?”

           “Yes.”

           She licked dry lips, smiled as wide as she could. “That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses. You who death follows so closely, a companion we give to you: Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”

           Just underneath the capped tooth near her back left molar, a pill lay in wait that she bit down on, swallowing the taste of bitter, rotten almonds. It curled, burning down, down, down her throat.

           “Kelly, what are you-”

           She wasn’t listening anymore, though. She couldn’t have, even if she wanted to, the pain was so acute. A fiery agony that washed away the dull, rotting ache of Nate, baptized her skin anew just to burn it to ash. She relished in the pain, even as it killed her.

           “I need a medic! Kelly Brown took a foreign substance that…”

           One couldn’t call soulmate death a severance if you were soon to join them.

-

           Molly walked along the garden path, Wally’s sticky hand in hers.

           “Beverly and Saul gave me candy last night,” he confessed. At eleven years old, he was far too mature for his age, a fact that haunted Molly to her core. While he still clung to childhood curiosity, time and experience had given him an edge that Molly resented and blamed herself for. He was an honest person, someone that reminded him of her deceased husband with every turn of his cheek, every furrowed brow. They’d married too young, but they’d been happy.

           They were happy.

           “That was nice of them.”

           “Can we trust them?”

           She sighed, stared out towards the impossibly blue sky. Despite her abhorrence of the humidity, the bugs, and the clay that caked everything and stained it an ugly orange, she had to admit that the skies in Georgia were beautiful.

           “No, Wally, we can’t,” she said, staring at the sky. The expanse of it with no clouds to interrupt was beautiful, a never ending entity where everything seemed possible. She resented it, even as she loved it.

           “We can’t trust anyone here,” Wally muttered, kicking a rock.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “There’s a new guy here. Will Graham.” When they reached the rock once more, he kicked it with a little more gusto, sending it skittering here and there before resting just ahead of them. “I saw him. He looks sad.”

           “He is sad, honey.”

           Just in the distance with his back to them stood Will. It wasn’t apparent in his stature or the way that he held himself that he was in pain, but Molly saw the edges of him that others often missed. The way his arms bowed in as his hands were stuffed to his pockets, the way his head ducked as he concentrated on whatever he was looking at; he was in pain, and it wasn’t just whatever had happened to him in the forest.

           “Is he sad because he’s here?”

           A dangerous question. While Wally had had to grow up too fast, he didn’t always know when not to speak, let alone around those that would take his words to someone who would wield them against her like a knife. In all things she tried to be honest with him, and she did so once again now. “He’s sad because he’s having a hard time here.”

           “Can we trust him?” Wally pressed.

           Could they trust him? At the end of the walkway, they paused long enough for Wally to pick up the rock and study it at all angles. Bits of mica clung to it, facets of crystal that fell away under his insistent inspection. As if sensing her scrutiny, Will turned away from the forest’s edge and paused, and if the distance hadn’t been so great, Molly would have sworn that he was staring right into her eyes. Judgment and a stab of betrayal, that he dared to give some part of himself to someone that used it against him like a clumsily weld scalpel.

           “We can trust him, Wally, but he can’t trust us,” she said sadly.

           “That doesn’t make sense,” Wally decided, and Molly laughed.

           “Maybe someday it will, but that’s okay. Just know that if something is happening; if you’re scared, or if you need help, you can trust Will Graham. He’ll help you.”

            Even as it hurts him.

            She swung their arms with wild abandon as they turned away from Will and headed down a bend in the path. In his free hand, Wally clutched his newfound rock with a sense of victory.

-

           The autopsy room at the Atlanta HQ was almost too small for so many bodies.

           He’d had them delivered there, all the same. He needed people that could really dig into each and every aspect of the tragedy that’d occurred, compare and contrast the many lethal ways in which thirty-two innocent people were murdered for the sake of some sick statement by a man that found delight in torture and death.

           He’d found new wrinkles in his skin since taking a look at the bodies. Newfound wrinkles and a newfound purpose.

           “Agent Crawford?” someone pressed.

           Jack looked over to them, poised in the doorway, and frowned impressively. They were sharp, from their pantsuit to their perfectly adjusted cuffs, and nary a hair lay out of place.

           “My name is Clarise Starling,” she said, and she strode over to shake his hand firmly. “I head the division specializing with cult activity.”

           “Did Director Purnell send you here?” Jack asked.

           “Yes, sir. I’m heading this investigation now,” she said. She had a way of speaking that sounded like she was used to constantly having to defend herself. Her shoulders were squared for battle. Jack wondered if it was because someone had warned her about him, or if she was just used to putting up with constant bull shit.

           “That so?”

           “You work with behavioral analysis, but group mentality is something far different from tracking a singular person. You found Dr. Lecter through your knowledge, but I can use my knowledge to help you bring his entire group down. Director Purnell called me in for that reason.”

           “He may be using people to front his sadistic game, Agent Starling, but I can track him. Everything I need to find him is right here,” Jack said, nodding towards the bodies. Too many bodies.

           “From what I can tell, he’s not giving you a damn thing, sir.” She had a bit of a southern twang as she shifted her stance, irritated. “You’ll have better luck finding him through the mistakes of his followers, not through taunts he leaves behind for you.”

           “Agent Starling-”

           “My presence here isn’t a request, Agent Crawford,” she said, bowling over his words. “This here is my jurisdiction, and if you’re nice enough I’m willing to share. But just let me do my job, and I’ll let you do yours. How’s that?”

           Jack liked that about as much as he liked hearing Katy Brown’s final words before she bit down on a cyanide pill and died in an interrogation room. He stalked from the autopsy room and left Agent Starling to glean over the dead bodies, needing to breathe in some air that didn’t reek of chemicals and death.

           A companion we give to you: darkness and decay.

           He stood on the steps to the HQ, breathing in the stink of the city and the smell of burning, crackling cloves. He’d broken down on his smoking habit, having needed something to do with his hands.

           “Agent Crawford,” someone off to the side called out, but it took a moment for him to register.

           He looked over, saw who it was, and choked on the smoke. Short, curt, ugly puffs of it spewed from his mouth as he swallowed a curse and took the tobacco with it, making his lungs burn and his stomach curdle. Logic said that at a time like this, it only made sense for them to make an appearance, but that didn’t improve his mood in the least.

           “I’m not talking, Freddie,” he said warily. His distaste for her was far kinder than Will Graham’s was –during Lecter’s trials, she’d hounded him to try and get an inside scoop to what had happened. When Jack was in the hospital, trying to survive off of Jell-O and runny soup, Will had barely been able to stop her from sneaking into Jack’s room while he slept so that she could try and get a photo of his stab wound.

           The article claimed that Will had physically lifted and threw her down the steps of the hospital when he’d escorted her out, and when Jack asked about it, he wasn’t inclined to deny it. Jack made sure that the FBI paid her a visit to ensure that no charges were pressed against Will for attempting to give Jack some much needed peace and quiet.

           “Come on, Jack…you’ve seen the news, right?”

           “I don’t watch the news much. It’s a load of shit is what it is,” he replied. He took another drag from the cigarette and stared out at the air that rippled with the humidity and the heat. Even in the Fall, Georgia tried to stay hot.

           “Thirty-two dead, all by the name of Will Graham? Will Graham, one of the few survivors of ‘Hannibal the Cannibal’s reign of terror missing just after Lecter’s escape? This is good stuff, Jack,” she needled, walking closer.

           Freddie’s outfits were as loud as they were obscene. He eyed her plaid pants and polka-dotted button-up with extreme prejudice as he tried to find something kind to say. The red of her pants matched the vibrancy of her hair, accented by a heart shaped face and too big blue eyes. Matching eyes, he thought. The day Freddie Lounds gets a soulmate, I’ll eat my hat.

           “Most people think a killing spree is horrifying, not good stuff,” he said after a pregnant pause. “But I guess you’re not most people.”

           “I covered most of the Lecter trials, as well as the hunt for the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack. I’ve earned a word from you.”

           “You haven’t earned shit,” Jack said pleasantly.

           “I know you want to catch Lecter again. I bet that once you get guys like that behind bars, you want them to stay that way.”

           “Most people do.”

           “I might have heard something that could be of help to you,” she said, stepping closer. Jack had to resist taking a large step back, something that kept him out of her range of reach.

           “That so?”

           “Something that’d set you on the right path towards who got your man Zeller. I know most news places ignored that fact, but as Will Graham’s across America were being mutilated, someone got a needle in your man, too.”

           “We’ve already got him in custody, but thanks, Freddie.”

           “No, you have the witness in custody, Jack,” she replied. “You have a mentally impaired man in custody, but he didn’t attack Agent Zeller.”

           “The cameras inside of the establishment had been tampered with. He was the only one with access to do so.”

           “Don’t take it out on him because you can’t get to the real culprit, Jack,” she said softly. “I know you like throwing darts at the board with wild abandon, but I have something substantial for you.”

           He sighed and dropped the cigarette, stomping it out with the heel of his worn shoe. He hadn’t had time to polish them since Will first made notice of it.

           “If what you have to say is something good, I’ll give you something in return,” he said irritably. “But only IF.”

           She snorted and flipped her hair over her shoulder, head tilted. It reminded him of a finch, hopping closer and closer to beg for just a bite. “There’s a guy in a bar near Convington, Georgia that got too drunk last night. I happened to be there to interview someone that claimed they knew the woman that assaulted Agent Bowman, but it didn’t pan out.”

           “Those things tend not to,” Jack agreed.

           “I was about to leave when I overheard him speaking with a female companion about his luck with Agent Zeller. He’d had to wait in that bathroom for ages before you stepped out, but it was worth it.”

           That stopped Jack cold, right in the midst of lighting a new cigarette. Chain-smoking, and Bella would scold him once he was able to get on the phone to talk to her. The ache of their distance was a cold one, something much like the chill one gets when they wake in the middle of the night with no blankets on.

           “Excuse me?” he asked, dangerously quiet.

           “I got a drink and listened, Jack,” she said, and she pulled a recorder out of her purse. Naturally, it matched the ugly red pants. Fingers with nails short from constant typing and biting curled around the plastic, and she hit play with pursed lips and a furrow in her brows.

           “Maybe you shouldn’t be so loud, Clark.”

           “No one here is listening…’sides, they arrested that gas station manager –what was his name?”

           “Peter Bernardone.”

           “Peter Bernardone, yeah…yeah. They got him. We’ll head to the big house and tell the boss the good news.”

           “I already called him. He said to do a roundabout way to town, since there’s a lot of feds on the interstate.”

           “They won’t stop us, baby, we’re on the home stretch. I played my part, you played yours, and we’ll go and get a big fat hug when we get back there.”

           “Dr. Lecter isn’t exactly the hugging type.”

           “Maybe he’ll make an exception when I show him just how much I got that fucker to bleed.”

           She hit stop on the playback and stared at Jack, maintaining a long, uncomfortable stare to match the long, uncomfortable silence. The air felt too heavy in the aftermath.

           “I got his license,” she said, and she reached into her purse and withdrew a leather billfold.

           “Of all of the crazy, fucking luck,” Jack muttered.

           “Not really crazy, Jack. I got a copy of the gas station video, same as you. I saw him go into that bathroom and wait, saw you come in, saw a girl pull up to get gas, saw you go out, and that’s when the inside camera went fuzzy.

           “The outside camera, though…it shows you on the phone while that same man walked out of the gas station, got into the car with the woman, and drove away. You go inside, and that’s when you find Zeller.”

           “You think Peter Bernardone is innocent?”

           “He’s so innocent, I’m going to offer him my lawyer that I keep on speed-dial for libel cases.”

           That was something.

           “Once he knows that his wallet is missing, he’s going to move quick,” Jack muttered. He headed towards the bureau doors. As an afterthought, he turned back and snatched the billfold from her. “Thank you, Miss Lounds. Because you’ve been useful, I won’t make a case about you letting that son-of-a-bitch walk out of that bar without calling the police.”

           “Your end of the bargain, Agent Crawford,” she prompted, following close behind him.

           “My end?” he turned back, tucking the wallet into his inside jacket pocket. “Oh, you thought I’d give you something ‘off the record’?”

           “I just helped you so that you didn’t make an ass of yourself when you tried to incriminate an innocent man,” she fired back. Heeled boots clacked along the concrete as she crept even closer. “You owe me.”

           “You owe me, Miss Lounds,” Jack replied. “After your last venture with me, I’d say you piled on quite a few debts.”

           “I can really make it miserable for you in the papers if you do this, Jack,” Freddie warned, and she hitched her purse higher on her shoulder. She looked ready for a fight.

           “Look, you want some kind of scoop, how about you put that nosy business of yours to the grindstone and find me Will Graham; how’s that? You kept hunting him down six years ago, dogging his every step then. Shouldn’t be too hard for you to find him now, right?”

           He walked back into HQ, savoring the ugly shade of pink on her cheeks. As he passed security, he motioned back towards her. “She doesn’t come anywhere in here,” he ordered, and the security guards nodded in understanding.

-

           Will Graham wandered the house for the next few days in order learn its secrets.

           He wasn’t quite sure what he’d find, perusing the unnecessary amount of formal living rooms. Something, he supposed –anything. More than a week’s time in that house was making his skin stretch to odd proportions, making his muscles tense at the slightest of sounds.

           He wondered how many others felt such a kindship to Hannibal Lecter; would more Matthew’s crawl from the floorboards to try and oust him? Was another Randall Tier lurking along the forest’s edge, waiting?

           Every time he blinked, he kept focusing on his eyes. Randall Tier had matching eyes, and they stared at the stars like they could somehow find peaceful oblivion in the night.

           It was a nice home, all things considered. Will could remember times between moves where he and his father would take tours of the old homes in the south, passing hands along bronze posts and velvet ropes to keep them from ruining relics of the past. He’d always felt small in such places, the history stuffed within the very air he breathed, so much so that he felt something like a thief standing in the space. His father loved the tours, though, so he followed along. The paintings of George Washington were always a cheesy touch.

           Dr. Lecter didn’t have an abundance of Revolutionary War paintings, although he had an unhealthy obsession with Blake. Will paused before one such painting and stared, hands tucked into his pockets.

           “The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun,” Dolarhyde said behind him. His deep voice, appearing so suddenly in the silence, startled Will, and he turned around sharply.

           “I didn’t see you as an art type,” he said in lieu of nothing else.

           Dolarhyde’s eyes were dark, fixated on the painting. “…You don’t know. But you could understand.”

           “I could,” Will agreed reluctantly.

           Whatever Francis wanted to say to help Will understand was unable to break past his lips. He stared at the painting, and his jaw clenched. His mouth worked, mulling the words over, but they didn’t come, something blocking up in his throat and silencing him. Tension rippled just underneath his skin, and Will thought of the way his shoes had sunk into the carpet soaked with blood, how it’d seemed like a terrifying amount of blood to lose –how simply killing someone wouldn’t do that, that someone would have to really relish in the way blood stained everything to make someone bleed that much as they killed them.

           “…I didn’t protect you,” Dolarhyde said, and Will took a step back from him unconsciously. The intensity that he’d pinned to the painting shifted to Will, made his skin crawl. “I promised to protect you, and Matthew almost killed you.”

           “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at Matthew,” Will assured him. He felt a genuine need to convey that fact.

           “I promised you that you’d be safe here.”

           “You’ve been lying to me from the start, Agent Dolarhyde, so you shouldn’t start feeling bad about it now,” he replied. The staring was beginning to make him sweat, the something just lurking at the edge of Francis’ gaze unsettling. Quiet he may be, calm he may be, but he wasn’t stable. Will could smell it off of him like a fever. It threatened to bleed into him, force Will to take some part of it.

           “I never lied to you,” said Francis calmly.

           “Oh?” Will barked a curt laugh.

           “I told you the truth. I would keep you safe, we would go to the house, I would make a call at the house, your friends would be safe, I do my job very well, and I wouldn’t hurt you.” He frowned, mulling everything over. “The only lie is that you were put in danger. For that, I apologize.”

           Will was pretty damn sure that a lie by omission was still a lie, but he wasn’t sure if that was a conversation to have with someone like Francis. While he speech came across as simplified, it didn’t quite fit the calm control and intelligence it’d taken for him to completely fool not only Will but Jack, too.

           “How long had you been in the FBI?” Will asked.

           “S…Seven years.” A hand lifted unconsciously to hide the scar near his mouth.

           “How did you find Dr. Lecter?”

           “…We read about him in Quantico. Learned him before he was publicly named, found his ways and habits when he was nothing more than The Chesapeake Ripper. When he was discovered by Agent Crawford, I wanted to know him. I understood him better than anyone else I’d ever seen, and I wanted to know him. I wanted him to know me, too.”

           “The FBI has strict psychological screening protocols, Agent Dolarhyde,” Will whispered.

           Francis blinked lazily at him, nary a flicker of emotion at Will’s pointed statement. “I did my job very well, Mr. Graham.”

           “You did,” Will agreed. “You made me equivocally trust every word that came from your mouth without a second thought.”

           “You can trust me,” Francis assured him. “You can’t trust Matthew Brown.”

           “So if he tries to take me on morning walks again, I should find you?”

           “Yes,” Francis affirmed. “Or, if you’re inclined, you could just kill him.”

           Will took several steps back at that, and Francis let him. His flat gaze followed Will’s trail around a small sitting area, using the couch as a barrier between them. He neither advanced nor retreated, merely watched. Merely observed.

           “…I don’t want to kill him, Agent Dolarhyde,” Will said, tasting how it sounded in the air. Honest. Real.

           “You could kill anyone in this house, Mr. Graham, and Dr. Lecter wouldn’t mind.”

           “I don’t view his opinion on killing as a base for my own interactions.”

           “Just a thought,” Francis said, and he gave a small half-smile. It tugged on his scar, gave him an altogether crooked look. “In case you’re ever inclined.”

           He walked out of the room and left Will to his thoughts, dark and wicked as they were.

           Just to the side of him, Red Dragon arced over the woman clothed in sun, ready to devour her.

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  Stress,strain , environmental exposure, pollution, and other chemical factors leads to show on your skin texture. With a longer exposure skin looses it's shine, elasticity, texture and looks dull with a uneven skin tone and pigmentation.

 Now let's celebrate the occasion to get freed from imperfections with a complete package of Laser toning Treatment at Celestee Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic.

 Laser toning Treatment is a unique treatment for melasma. With the help of lasers the energy emitted,

  reduces visible pigmentation and allow your immune system to repair them.

 Earn your youthful, glowing and beautiful skin by restoring it's gone glow and rejuvenating your skin.

 Benefits of Laser toning Treatment

Supple soft skin

 Firm skin

 Glowing and youthful skin

 Even skin tone and texture

 Tight skin

 Enhanced collagen production

 No downtime

Recovery time

We use upgraded Laser toning equipment which is very safe and effective for all skin tones.

 Mostly all the patients can return to their day to day activities immediately after the treatment. Virtually no pain and downtime. Post Treatment guidance with necessary counselling and precautions to the patients regarding the use of good and effective skin products will be given at Celestee Clinic.

 We at Celestee Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic treat a range of skin issues like.

 ✓ Pigmentation

 ✓ Dark spots

 ✓ Acne scars

 ✓ Freckles

 ✓ Sun damaged skin

 ✓ Lesions

 ✓ Fine lines

 Why opt for Laser toning TREATMENT?

 ✓ No pain

 ✓ No scars

 ✓ No discomfort

 ✓ No downtime

 ✓ Non surgical procedure

  PSORIASIS:

 Itchy red skin?

Irritating and patched redness at many places on the body?

Don't panic or delay just give a free visit to our Celestee clinic and we will help you out to treat and reduce your itching and irritating skin.

 Psoriasis is a skin disorder that makes skin cells to multiply upto 10 times faster than normal. These extra cells form scales and red patches that are itchy, irritating and painful. 

 Psoriasis is a common chronic, genetic, inflammatory disease with different symptoms and signs.

 Trigger of Psoriasis

Cold temperatures

Autoimmune disorders

Less immune system

Skin injury, cut, bug bites

Stress and strain

Hereditary

Environmental conditions

Side effects of Medication

 Site of Psoriasis

Elbows

Knees

Scalp

Legs

Trunk

Nails

 Symptoms of Psoriasis

✓Red raised patched skin

✓Whitish scales around red patches

✓Dry skin ,cracks and bleeds

✓Itching and burning sensation

✓Thick pitted nails

 Different symptoms are noticed for each individual psoriasis patient.

 At Celestee Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic, our trained medical professionals evaluate your overall health to help you to fight back Psoriasis.Our doctors guide you with proper medications and lifestyles adjustments which can reduce the risk of Psoriasis and educate the patients on their severity of the condition. Psoriasis is not contagious.

 Diagnosis of Psoriasis is done by physical examination, primary tests and Biopsy.

 Later the results will be discussed with the patients, and team of doctors will start your medication. Psoriasis is categorised into 6 types. 

 Types of Psoriasis

1) Plague psoriasis

2) Guttate psoriasis

3) Pustular psoriasis

4) Inverse psoriasis

5) Scalp psoriasis

6) Psoriatic psoriasis

 Treatment of Psoriasis

Psoriasis responds well to many topical and systematic treatments. With an ample of 15 years of experience in this field by our Renowned Doctor Rajkirit and his successful patients who had a quick relief from this disease. As the doctor confirms Psoriasis, the treatment depends on the type and severity of the condition. Main options are medication and Phototherapy.

 Our team of doctors help you with the basic precautions to be followed to reduce itching and irritation.

Beware of Psoriasis and treat the early signs of Psoriasis.

  LASER HAIR REMOVAL:

 Permanent Reduction from unwanted hair growth from different parts of the body.

You will stubble after few days of waxing, shaving or threading. Get in touch with a new silky smooth hair free skin.

Laser hair removal is a miraculous technology to solve this problem of unsightly hair. Laser hair removal is an effective modern technology and clinically proven treatment for the removal of unwanted hair from your desired site of the body and face. 

 We Celestee Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic is safe and set high medical standards for providing complete care for your needs. We at Celestee,  our Dermatologists and Surgeons use highly upgraded with latest technology Lasers to treat you from unwanted hair and ensure to set maximum safe and effective results.

 Benefits of Laser treatments 

# Gentle and safe

 # Quick n easy

 # Effective

 # Long lasting

 # Silky smooth skin

 # Noticeable change

 # Permanent Reduction

 # No redness

 # No scars

 # No discomfort

 # No irritation

 # No stubble

 # Minimal downtime

 How are we different from others?

We have a total of 15 years of experience in treating and making successful stories till now.

 Our Testimonials and Reviews are proof of our good results and making our patients happy.

 Our Dedicated staff and expert care with Qualified and trained medical professionals earned us many successful historical moments.

 PIGMENTATION:

 A pimple on the skin worries a lot and if it leaves a scar then it's too distressing.

 Just an hour exposure to sun ultraviolet radiations? 

 Skin gets tanned.

 Pigmentation is coloring of the skin.Skin gets colour from a pigment called Melanin. When melanin is damaged or its production is affected, this disorder affects the change in colour of the skin.

 Excess production of melanin leads to darken the skin colour whereas less production gives lighter skin tone.

 Identification of Pigmentation

 Ageing spots

 Freckles

 Uneven skin tone

 Darken skin

 Sun spots

 Melasma

 Suntan

 Acne scars

 Wounds

 There are many reasons which affect the skin and causes Pigmentation.

Causes of Pigmentation

 Exposure to sun

 Environmental conditions

 Pollution

 Medications

 Genetics

 Chemical factors

 We are just a call away and book an appointment we are ready to help you to study about your own skin. Our Dermatologists at Celestee Clinic treat your skin sensitivity problems with safe and effective methods.

 To reach everyone's expectations, we have designed customised skin care treatments and products to reach our clients satisfaction.

 Types of Pigmentation

 Melasma

 High pigmentation

 Acne scars

 Sunspots

 Freckles

 Age spots

 Decoloration and patches

 Our dedicated staff and doctors understand your skin problems and help you to restore your glowing skin and give you precautionary measures to prevent future Pigmentation and sun tan.

 SKIN TAGS:

 Stop living with skin tags, freeze it and shine from head to toe.

Skin tags can occur anywhere on the body.

Its main noticeable areas are.

Neck

 Armpits

 Eye lids

 Under breast

 Groin

Skin tags are small extra growth on the skin, and the size varies from 1mm to the size of a grape.

Skin tags are sticked to the skin with a stem like structure which is like bumps.These do not cause harm or pain but it bleeds when pulled or put under pressure.

Skin tags are not contagious. Skin tags need to be treated under the supervision of the medical practitioner before it creates a problem.

 At Celestee Skin Hair and Laser Clinic, our trained medical professionals help you to study your skin tags.

It's existence.

 Size

 Type 

 Age factors

 Medical conditions

 Genetic factors

These will help you to be treated and give best results.

Oftenly people get confused of Skin tags with warts moles, birth marks and other skin related problems. Any discomfort we are just a call away and discuss with our Dermatologist regarding your skin problem. Our team of doctors give you options to treat the skin tags . Irregular skin growths like multiple skin tags can be removed in a single session.

 Do not snip off skin tags at home this leads to pain and discomfort as it bleeds and takes a longer time to heal. Skin tags should be ended up by destroying its cells permanently under proper medical supervision.

  why choose celestee clinic?

 Dr Raj Kriti has established Celesta Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic to treat all the skin related problems under one roof. Celestee Clinic was established in 2010 and since then he has been performing major treatments with safe and tested quality treatment at an affordable price.

We respect the desires of an individual and accordingly we have designed a personalized plan to treat individual requirements. We believe in precise quality assurance with optimum efficiency.

 For Hair Loss Treatment

 Why to choose us?

Perfection comes with experience and we are in this field since 15 years and have achieved many successful stories by performing more than 10 thousand cosmetic surgery and 5000 hair transplant treatments.

Dr Raj Kriti  has established Celesta Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic since then he and his team of highly trained doctors , qualified and well rested staff and assistants are  striving hard to give tried and tested ,safe and quality service to the client satisfaction .We believe in precise quality assurance with optimum efficiency.

 For Laser Hair Removal Treatment

 Why to choose us?

Dr Raj Kriti  the renowned dermatologist  has established Celesta Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic ,since 15 years without compromising in quality has assured a pollution free ,neat and clean environment in the hospital to obtain desired precise results . We are equipped with highly upgraded modern technique Lasers and our technicians are fully qualified and trained to ensure you with great results. Rush now and schedule an appointment to consult our Dermatologists and live a hair free life . then he and his team of highly trained doctors , qualified and well rested staff and assistants are  striving hard to give tried and tested ,safe and quality service to the client satisfaction .We believe in precise quality assurance with optimum efficiency.

 For PRP treatment

 Why to choose Celestee Skin Hair and Laser Clinic?

In service to the people and to reach his services to everyone Dr.Rajkirit the Dermatologists and Surgeon has established Celestee Skin Hair and Laser Clinic .He is a visioner and since 15 years he and his team are treating and medicating clinically tested and approved best methods by providing a quality,safe and visible results.

 Laser toning Treatment

  How are we different from others?

Beauty salons and Home remedies give a temporary glow to the skin. For a long lasting impression Laser toning Treatment is best for regaining the lost glory of your beautiful skin.

You are gifted  with a beautiful skin and we at Celestee Clinic help you to regain  smooth ,shiny skin and maintain it . Our team of doctors ,trained technicians and well rested staff ensure you to provide quality treatment at an affordable price then What are you waiting for?  Just call us and schedule an appointment with our Dermatologists .

 For Vitiligo treatment

 Why to choose Celestee Skin Hair and Laser Clinic?

Don't Stop dreaming because dreams give you wings to fly. Thousands of successful stories with a noticeable results and many happy patients since 15 years who are treated and medicated for all the stages of Vitiligo.

Dr Rajkirit the renowned dermatologist and Surgeon is an expertise in treating Vitiligo and his scope of treatment and instructions ensure you to give better results. It's the time to take an action and treat Vitiligo by scheduling an appointment with our Dermatologists.

 For Botox and Fillers treatment

 Why to choose Celestee Skin Hair and Laser Clinic?

We suggest long lasting treatments to solve your age-related are skin related problems. Botox and Fillers are the best non surgical procedures to solve all the skin related problems. We are the best in treating skin related problems since 15 years  by providing a customised skin care treatments and assure you the quality service with best results. Just call Celestee Clinic and book an appointment with our  Dermatologists to redefine your age.

 Threadlifting

 Why to choose us?

At Celestee Skin Hair and Laser Clinic our certified Dermatologists with Dr.Rajkirit have formulated an excellent treatment options to give you great visible results. Our reviews and Testimonials are proof of successful stories since 15 years of journey in this medical field.

 Acne and scar treatments

 Why to choose us?

Dr.Rajkirit the renowned Dermatologists and the expertise has been treating and maintaining a good will with more than thousands of happy patients by doing 10000+ cosmetic surgeries .

Our Motto is for optimal efficiency in all our operations. Life is tough let it not show on your skin .At Celestee Clinic we have ample of treating options keeping in mind the level of damage caused by Acne and Scars.

Our motto is for optimal efficiency in all our operations.

 DARK CIRCLES:

 Aging?

 Sleepless nights?

 Overstressed?

 Fatigue?

 Straining your eyes?

 Dehydration?

 Hereditary?

 All the above are the few factors which results in dark circles under the eye. Dark circles make your appearance as an elderly person. Dark circles are not a cause of concern, but you cannot ignore it as this may worsen in few cases if not treated at an early stage.

 What are Dark Circles?

 # Thinning of skin 

 # Constriction of blood vessels

makes the skin look darker under the eye. Dark circles are seen in both men and women. Often people complain about eye bag formations under the eyes.

Why are dark circles formed?

Reasons for many for the formation of dark circles under the eye.

 # stress and strain

 # hormonal imbalance

 # medications

 # straining of eyes

 # hereditary

 # thinning of skin

 # anemic

Once formed and ignored dark circles may persist for a longer time with the formation of wrinkles and eye bags under the eye.

Why to choose us?

Skin under the eye is very sensitive, and you have to treat it gently. We at Celestee Skin, Hair and Laser Clinic use advanced treatments like chemical peel ,PRP, Botox, Dermal fillers and Laser toning which helps you to heal the dark circles permanently and gently without any side effects.

Our Treatments are.

* Safe and tested

* Quality service

* No side effects

* Tried and tested

* Precise work

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Endryd Haar: The Riven Hound Chapter 2

 Thanks to  @sisterofsilence for her constructive criticism and loaning me Tribune Arlette Augusta Amon Rakaposhi Gorro, her amazing and badass female Custodes.  Did I mention she's the Emperor's Equerry?

“Let's  go over this again traitor.  Your legion was exchanging gene-seed data with the World Eaters  and successfully produced Gene-Seed that combined traits from the World Eaters and Emperor's Children Gene-seed that could theoretically could produce a stronger Astartes with a minimal chance of implant  rejection.  Correct?” Kal said softly.

 “That’s correct.”  Titus said.

 The Emperor’s Children’s face was a mass of precision knife cuts courtesy of Boian.  Haar had broken his nose again.

 “Why'd you combine World Eaters Gene-seed with your own legion’s? Wouldn't it taint your “Perfect” Gene-seed?” Boian asked.

 “On the contrary, The World Eaters Gene-Seed was most suited for the augments we wanted to add and the  accelerated implantation in hosts. In addition it had the lowest rate of implant rejection after  the Sons of Horus and Iron Warriors, both which were rejected due to difficulties in  combining the samples. Chief Apothecary Bile decided  that the World Eaters gene seed was perfect for this  project.”

 “What role does to that girl in that stasis coffin play in this little project of yours?” Haar  asked.

 “She is someone my master has been looking for a very long time.  You see, before we found her, this project was all theoretical. To borrow a mortal phrase. A wet dream.  But you see Ruri and I found this girl when we were attacking a world.. She was  the daughter of all some imperial noble Daken killed and her genetic profile indicates she is a perfectly compatible  match to our hybrid  Gene-Seed.”

 “You don't mean to-

 “ Oh yes, she would be our first test subject.  The Blade of Chemos was supposed to pick me up and take the girl and I to Master Bile’s workshop.  He was to supervise her implantation  personally. And considering the girl is young and healthy, with excellent  physical  traits…”

 Haar put the pieces  together.

 “I remember a time when your legion  would condone such acts.” Haar said

 “My legion?”  Titus said incredulously  “It was Gahlan Surlak, Master of Induction for your legion  who proposed the project to Master Fabius.” Titus said.

 Haar was silent.

 “We'll have some more questions for you later.” Haar said.

 “I won't be going anywhere.” Titus said.

 Haar, Boian and Kal left the cell.

 “I can't believe the traitors really are that desperate.” Boian said.

 “Of course they are.  With the loss of Bodt to Autek Mor and his Iron Hands and the  heavy casualties they regularly sustain, our former brothers will do anything  to keep the legion’s numbers up.  And Horus knows every Astartes he loses is one he won't have at Terra. The bastard knows the scales are balancing out. “ Haar said.

 The three  strode through the hallways of the the Tyrannis.  The Tyrannis’ hallways were empty.   When they weren’t in battle, the  mortal crew was sleeping like the dead.

 With the exception of Ella who shot them a glare that could bore through Terminator Armor as the three Astartes walked into  the apothecarium.

 “Remind me why I’m  here again and not in my nice warm bed?” she asked out loud.  The Flag Captain was clad in a plain white slip, wool slippers and an oversized fur shawl.  He hair was free of the braid it had been for hours and her blood red locks tumbled past her shoulders in a messy sprawl.

 “ Because you are a woman, Flag-Captain.  The trauma this girl probably endured means she might have a rather violent reaction to four Astartes.”  Apothecary  Danek said as he checked the readouts on the old cogitator that was hooked up to  the stasis coffin.

 Like Haar and Boian, Danek had been inducted long before the Twelfth Legion became War Hounds .   Danek  was dark of skin, and his face a mix of scars, stitches and burns.   What patches of hair he had leff was sloppily cut, almost like it had been done  with a combat knife.The good apothecary was missing his right ring finger and his left eye was a bionic.  His right eye was the the red rimmed one of someone who had spent a good portion of their career around rad weaponry.   His  body was all but broken, held together by artificially replaced organs, bionics and a desire for vengeance.  The right side of his throat was a partial augmetic due to phosphex burns . This also had  required the removal of his Betcher’s Gland.   The lower right side of his chest was all bionic organs and metal ribs. One of his three lungs and part of his Osetic kidney had been blown to bits.  One lung was partially collapsed and kept working  because of a device attached to his  chest plate that pumped oxygen directly to it.  His Multi Lung had been poisoned by  radiation and Death Guard chemical weapons. One of his Progenoid Glands had been destroyed as well.  His right shoulder had a Rotor Cannon round embedded in it. His body, his right leg in particular was  a mass of tumors from aggressive cancers.  Worse his Larraman’s organ  was slowly breaking down and not healing his body as quickly as it use too.   His Mark III Power armor was as broken as his body.  He had long disposed of the right gauntlet and he had replaced his right shoulder pad with a piece of Scout armor.  His left thigh-plate was held together by two crossed chains. His left Pauldron was carpeted with molecular bonding studs and there was plenty of  cracks that had been filled with solvent.  Deep gouges covered nearly every surface of the armor and much of the original black paint was now gunmetal grey.  Dried blood dotted the armor as well.

 Erud said he would repair the armor one day, but he had never gotten around to it.

 Danek limped over to the Cogitator, the right leg joint of his armor sparked a little bit.

 “We're readyEndryd.” Danek said.

 “Do it.” Haar said.

 Danek nodded and pressed a switch .  

 Steam hissed and pistons fired.  The cover of the Stasis-Coffin retracted .

 “Vitals are green so far. Brain activity is speeding up. Her core body temperature is rising .” Danek said.

 The girl rose from the coffin like she was waking from a nightmare. Her eyes, a deep brown the color of freshly tilled soil or chocolate darted around the room .

 ‘“Where am I? Who are you?” she said.

 “Calm yourself child.  We mean you no harm.” Danek said in a soothing tone.. This was rather difficulty, as a throat ravaged by cancers and partially augmetic didn’t lend itself to a comforting voices.

 “Can you tell us your name?” Danek asked.

 “It's Vesta sir. Vesta..”

 The girl put a hand to her head.

 “Headaches?” Danek asked.

 “Yes sir. I’m sorry, but I can't remember  anything.  I don't even  remember my last name. “

 “That’s alright. I am sure your memories will return in time. I am Apothecary Danek.   The other Astartes you see are Praetor Endryd Haar, Chaplain Kal Jakar  and Sergeant  Boian Traven.  The woman is Flag Captain Ella Thylin.”

 “I.  It’s  nice to meet you.  Forgive me for asking, but I don't know what legion you're from.”

 “We left our legions behind us. We are Blackshields.  Space Marines who remained loyal to the Emperor and the Imperium while our brother became traitors. “ Haar  said softly.

 “ Traitors.  I remember the Emperor's  Children.  They and the World Eaters came to- “ Vesta put her hand on her head.

 “ Don't worry about trying to remember Vesta.  We're going to our best to help you.  Can you step out of the coffin?” Haar asked with a gentleness in his voice that surprised  himself.

 “ Yes. “ She rose and then paused.

 “Apothecary  Danek, do- do you have some clothes for me?” she asked timidly. Vesta wrapped her arms across her developing chest.

 It was in that moment that the three Astartes and Ella realised the girl was naked.

 “ I knew I was forgetting something.” Danek said.

 After Ella wordlessly handed Vesta her shawl.  Kal had gone down to the supply a room and returned. with a set of grey robes and some boots. The robes didn't exactly fit, but they would do until they could get her measured for some  better clothing.

 Danek had given her a physical, taken blood and tissue samples and pronounced her in good health. Albeit partially  amnesiac . He also explained why the traitors wanted her.

 “ Your memory must have wiped before they put you in the Stasis casket. Probably in the misguided notion that it would reinforce your hypno-indoctrination.  Which it does not.   I can't promise your entire  memory will return, but some should come back to you over time.”

 Kal and Endryd had then taken her to the cafeteria and watched her scarf down a surprising amount of food.  It was quite amusing to see, as Vesta was trying  to be dainty and have good manners,while trying to get as much food in her mouth as possible.

 After that they the taken her to the Tyrannis’ seamstress, Philone.  Philone had been a civilian, an old woman whose world and husband had been lost to the traitors.  She sewed and mended the garments and assisted in other duties aboard  the ship.  She was a fine  old lady full of wisdom and had a tongue as sharp as a Chainsword.

 Philone took some measurements and soon had seven robes produced for Vesta.

 Unlike Vesta’s ill-fitting and baggy grey robe, the robes Philone spun for her,were made of the same beige cloth meant for a Remembrancer’s robes and fit her perfectly.

 “You’ll fit in just fine at Terra.”  Haar said.

 “Terra!” Philone exclaimed.

 “ We need to speak with Lady Arlette  Philone, the traitors want Vesta and we need to plan a course of action . “

 “You'll need a better outfit if you're going to Terra girl!” Philone said. She held up a strip of purple cloth and scrutinized Vesta.

 “The robes you made me are fine Lady Philone.” Vesta said shylly.

 Philone glared at Vesta. It was a glare that even Haar found intimidating.

 “Nonsense Vesta! You're meeting with Lady Arlette herself! She’s aTribune of the Legio Custodes You need some much more regal looking than that! Besides I’ve been  wanting to make something nice for a long time.  Especially since the Flag-Captain won’t let me make anything nice for her.”

 “You do know the Flag-Captain doesn’t appreciate your unsubtle attempt at finding her a date.” Kal Jakar said.

 “Hmph, mark my words,  Ella will come down here asking me to weave her something nice for a date she has with some nice lad or lass, maybe even an Astartes.  Throne knows this ship is big enough to  them to find a place to have a date and -”

 “We do have a twelve year old present.” Kal said.

 ‘It’s alright. I know what she’s talking about. Ms. Thyln is a nice lady, i’m surprised she hasn’t found someone yet.” Vesta said.

 The three Astartes stared at the young maiden.

 “I’m an amnesic twelve year old girl, not an idiot.” Vesta said.

 Philone cackled.

 It was  agreed upon by Haar and the Blackshields that Vesta  should have her own room in the Astartes  quarters.  There had been an unused room right across from Haar  that she could use.   This also was so in the unlikely event they were boarded Haar and the others could quickly  defend her. Plus if she needed medical  attention, Danek would  be close at hand. The cot was sized for an Astartes, and  Vesta declined an offer for  a  human sized one.  

 Vesta  had a pillow, a brown wool blanket and a thick quilt that was a mosaic of colors.  She lay there for a while. Then  she had fallen asleep rather quickly.

 Unfortunately her dream that night were anything but pleasant

 .

“My lord the walls have been breached.  The traitors are now inside the capital,” Lord Marshall Marcus Quintus said.

 Vesta’s father  Justinian Augustus, Imperial Governor of  Byzas Longa, sighed.

 He asssesed the tactical hololiths., sighed again and looked at her and her brother.  

 “Theodosius!  Look after my children.  Get them to  the starport. The time has come for me to meet Horus’ whelps blade to blade.”

 Theodosius, Captain of the Praetorian Guard made the pre-unity salute.  He was a huge man.  A Gene-enhanced man  like the rest of her father’s bodyguard.  Some in the court whispered he had once been a Thunder Warrior.

 The five members of the Praetorian Guard were clad in Void-Hardened Carapace Armor.  They carried Volkite Chargers and had power weapons sheathed at their side.

 “Father “-her brother, Trajan began.

 “You and your sister look after each other Trajan. And do not cause mischief for old Theodosius,”   he said, his tone light as he unsheathed his Paragon Blade

 “You're going to your death father.” Vesta said

 “You have your mother’s bluntness Vesta.  Yes I am.  I will not cower in my palace while these traitors slaughter my people.  And someone must rally the remaining militia and Solar Auxilla to  buy time for the last of the civilians and yourself to escape.”

 “But father.”

 “Vesta you and your brother, are my legacy.  Children like yourself will be the future of this Imperium.  As long as you live the fires of the Imperium will  keep burning.  The heart  of mankind will not be snuffed out by Horus and his ilk.”

 “I love you both.  I cannot tell you how proud I am to have such  wonderful and intelligent children.   I know you both will accomplish great things.  “

 Vesta could tell Trajan was holding back tears.   

 Justinian smiled and hugged them.  Than Theodosius led them the underground escape route in the palace..  

 Vesta never saw her father again,

 The traveled for about 10 minutes  underground, although it felt much  longer to Vesta.  They climbed up a ladder and emerged  just outside the starport.  The small warp-capable skiff lay a few meters away.

 Vesta heard screams and the sound of Bolter  and lasfire in the distance.

 She drew her Volkite Serpenta, it's weight a comforting presence. Trajan drew his Power Sword.

 “Greetings.” a rich cultured voice said.  The voice belonged to an Astartes.  An apothecary of the Emperor’s Children.  Standing next to him was another apothecary  clad in the blood  stained white and blue colors of the World Eaters.  Behind them was five Palatine Blades of the Emperor’s Children and ten  World Eaters Tactical Marines.

 The Praetorian Guard leveled their Volkite  Chargers.   Trajan didn't stand in front of Vesta, which was good. She didn’t want her overprotective  brother blocking her line of fire.

 “ Allow to me introduce  myself.  I am Titus Phovian. You must be Justinian Augustus’ children.  You should be proud. He slew three of my Palatine Blades  and five World Eaters  before  Centurion Daken removed his head.”  the Apothecary said in an oddly polite tone.

 The World Eaters  apothecary signaled to his men .

 The ten World Eaters  charged, Chainaxes raised high.

 Theodosius  and the Praetorian Guard  cut half of them town  with their Volkite Chargers  before they got into melee range.   Theodosius  killed one with his Power Axe before they hacked him into pieces. Two members of the  Guard took another with  them into death’s embrace .   That left three to  charge  the  two youths.

 Vesta dropped one with a clean headshot.   The second one took two shots to the face before his twisted soul left his body.  

 The third Eater of Worlds met his end at Trajan’s Power Sword. Trajan had rammed his sword deep into  his throat.

 He withdrew it and shook the thick transhuman blood off the sizzling power field.

 “That was unexpected. “  The World Eaters Apothecary said gruffly.

 One of the Palatine  Blades  stepped forward and Vesta shot him in the chest.  He fell to ground with a thud.

 “Who’s next!” Vesta shouted.  She sounded  a lot braver than she felt.

 The World Eater  Apothecary charged  them. He was a blur as he raised his Chainaxe.  Trajan  lunged forward, his Power Sword held in both hands.

 The Apothecary’s blow sent Trajan’s Power Sword skidding out of his hands.  He struck  Trajan  with the back of his chainaxe. The blow sent him flying into the  ground .   He did not rise again.

 Vesta leveled the Volkite Serpenta at the apothecary, before a hand wrapped around the back of her throat and lifted her up.  The Volkite Serpenta  slipped out of her hands.

 She grunted in pain as she felt a needle dig into her neck.  She heard the  device on Titus’ gauntlet chime .

 “ Ruri my friend, today must be our lucky day.”

 “What are you talking about?” Vesta said.

 “You. Don’t worry my dear,   Ruri and I going to take good care of you. “

 Before Vesta could question him further, Titus extended his Narthecium. She felt something sting her neck.  Then everything went black.

 Vesta woke up screaming.  It all had come back to her.  The death of her world Her time in that monster Titus’ hands.  Watching her brother be turned into a mindless killing machine.   The needles and tubes as Titus poked and prodded at her. His cruel whispers and how his hand would stroke her hair  .

 She sobbed.  Part of her wanted to hold her tears back, but she couldn't. She cried and cried and cried.

 When she ran out of tears to shed she rose and wrapped the brown wool blanket around herself and stood up.  She walked out of her room and found herself standing outside Haar’s door. Without  thinking, she knocked on the door.

 Haar answered. Unlike Vesta, who wore a blue nightgown and had wrapped herself in her blanket, Haar was naked but for a loincloth.

 Vesta couldn't  help but stare.

 Haar’s physique was amazing, even by Astartes standards.  Regular combat,  rounds in the fighting pits and long  gymnasia sessions  during interstellar voyages had has left him with a body any mortal  and more than some Astartes would kill for.

 Vesta blushed. Haar just stared.

 “ Can I sleep  with you tonight?  I… I don't want to be alone.“ She asked.

 “Danek said this might happen. I'm assuming you had a nightmare?” Haar asked.

 Vesta nodded.

 “Did you memories return?“ he asked.

 “Yes.” Vesta said. She looked so frail. The blanket she wrapped herself in dwarfed her.

 “Do you want me to wake Danek?  am sure he has sleeping medication.” Haar asked.

 “No! No sedatives. I don’t need them. “  Vesta said with a fierceness that surprised him.

 Haar felt something like pity but he squashed the feeling.  To pity this girl after all she endured would be disrespectful.

 Without a word he let Vesta in his quarters.

 Haar’s quarters were plain. There was a cot, foot locker, and rack for Haar’s wargear.  The World Eaters  were never big on ornamentation and any trappings from Haar’s former legion had been removed.  The large desk and chair that had been sized for an Astartes had not been  used for some time.

 Haar made room for Vesta on his cot. She snuggled close to him and in seconds she was asleep.

 The voyage to Terra was three weeks.  Vesta spent much of her time helping crew members with various tasks aboard the  ship.   Her free time was filled with medical check ups at Daken’s hands, being fitted for various clothes with Philone and reading.  The Tyrannis had a rather nice library and Vesta enjoyed the solitude it offered.  Kal Jakar and Boian often joined her. Kal asked if she wanted to go to the Mass he held aboard the ship, Vesta went a few times out of politeness, but the Lectitio Divinitatus  didn't really appeal to her. (She did remember her father turning a blind eye to it on Byzas Longa.)  

 Boian often made jokes. Sometimes  really dirty ones that made her laugh so hard she cried.  

 And then there was the fighting pits.

 While the Blackshields utterly rejected their previous legions and traditions, including the spoken and written languages they once used, old habits died hard.  Many of the Fangs of the Emperor. Were former World Eaters, and sparring was a good way to  vent anger and grief.  In addition it,  settled conflicts and rivalry and was good for morale.   The mortal crew loved to bet on the fights.  

 The arena was a section of the vehicle storage bay that had been unused for quite sometime.  Empty ammo crates  formed a ring.   Chairs and other empty crates acted as seating for the spectators. . A few jars of olive oil that had been borrowed from the kitchen had been laid out for those who wished to anoint themselves before a match.

 Kal Jakar was refereeing.  Karanthus stood beside him  ready to  intervene if a match became to the death rather than to third blood.

 Vesta  liked watching the matches.  It was interesting seeing an astartes fight. The spectacle, the brotherhood. The jokes and curses, all were entertianing and so interesting. .

 Vesta’s seat, nicknamed the “Kathisma” or royal box, by the Blackshields was two ammo crates stacked atop each other with a blanket laid atop it.  It gave her an excellent view of the matches.

 Right now it was Boian and a Blackshield named Gorrivan, were sparring. Gorrivan held a chainsword in one hand, a chainaxe in the other. Boian held a Power axe.  Both warriors wore loincloths and their.  Gorrivan  had already taken two blows.  Boian was untouched.

 Gorrivan made an overhead swipe with his chainaxe  while simultaneously stabbing  with his chainsword.  Boain sidestepped him and raked his power axe across his back.

 “Third blood.”  Kal Jakar said.

 Gorrivan growled  but the two shook hands.

 “Next time Boian.” He growled.

 “Of course.” Boian said with a smile.

 “Who’s next?” Boian called.

 As Vesta observed the next  match. As she saw these transhumans, these living weapons cheer laugh, and curse.  She wondered, what had made them a family?   These men were all from different legion’s, different cultures.  Was it because they  were outcasts? Was it because they had stayed loyal and true when others went astray? Was it all of it or none of it?  

 Vesta could have asked, but she was content to wait.  Something told her that she would get wildly different answers. It would be better to observe and interact with these men, these pariahs and she’d find the answer herself..  After all, with her world and family dead, she was like them now, an orphan of war and betrayal.

 Terra.

 Humanity’s cradle.  Humanity’s mother.   Without her the human race would not exist. Without her, the Legiones Astartes would not exist.     

 Terra was the most important world in the Imperium of Man.  No other world rivaled it in its splendor or glory.

 Being the impending target of Horus’ invasion Terra was now a fortress world.   The vast fleet of the VII legion, the Imperial Fists, circled it like wolves.  Thousands of vessels  of various classes, from  corvettes and frigates to the Five Gloriana class battleships that surrounded the Phalanx, the massive vessel that the Imperial Fists called home.  A circle of orbital defense stations and star forts ringed the planet.

 A single Storm Eagle gunship descended.  It bore no markings apart from the scars of war and the old bloodstains on its hull.  It was black as night itself.

 “Our clearance code has been accepted.” Fabius said.

 Haar surveyed the people he brought with  him.   

 Blackshields didn't have formal Command Squads and these were a rather rough honor guard. They sure as Hell wouldn't pass a parade ground inspection.

 Harr had has brought Danek, Boian and Kal Jakar.  Vesta had come as well. She looked more like the noble she was rather than the scared waif they had awoken from a stasis coffin.

 Vesta wore a white Stola with Grecian style sandals. In addition, she wore a purple Palla with a freshly polished Aquila clasp. Haar noted it was an older one that clutched  lightning bolts in its talons. Her hair was unbound  and her brown hair fell nearly to her waist. She wore no jewelry  and had no makeup, but she was beautiful. Perhaps more beautiful the so called “nobles” of the Imperial Court.

 “Nervous?” Boian asked.

 If Vesta was nervous she hid it well.  She didn’t fiddle with her clasp or fidget. She looked straight ahead.

 “A little. I mean this is Terra. And we're going to the Imperial Palace ”  Vesta said.

 “Trust me it get’s boring after a few visits.” Boian said.

 Kal Jakar looked like he was going to launch into his  “This is Holy Terra, the birthplace of our species” rant, but he remained silent .

 Haar looked outside the viewport and scowled.

 “Aella is late.” Haar said.

 “She is a little girl.” Kal Jakar said.

 “The ligo aetes are never late.” Haar sat.

 “There’s always a first time for everything Endryd.” Boian said.

 “Little eagles?” Vesta asked.

 “Custodes in training. They’re mostly young children, but there are a few around your age or older.” Haar supplied.

 “I’m surprised you know Grecian.” Danek said with a cough.

 “Byzas Longa, my homeworld spoke a dialect of Grecian before the coming of the Emperor, It was still used in court along with High Gothic.  My father would switch to it in the middle of a conversation to  help me and my brother learn it.”  Vesta said in perfect Grecian.

 “Well i’ll be damned.” Boian said with a smile.  Boian  smiled a lot. It gave him an opportunity to show off his Iron teeth.

 “Your soul already is.” Kal Jakarsaid in a voice as dry as the desert he was born in.

 The two laughed as the ramp opened and they stepped out of the Storm Eagle.  

 They paused when they came face to face with a Legio Custodes.  He stood between them and the entrance to the Inner Palace.  The Custodian’s body language indicated great displeasure, though in Haar’s opinion, most Custodian’s body language indicated great displeasure.

 “Halt.” The Custodian said.

 Haar paused.  He recognized that voice.  

 Prefect Diocletian.

 “We are agents of the Imperium and we come being news for Lady Arlette.” Haar said.

 “Your kind are not welcome here Blackshield. Neither is the girl you bring.” Diocletian said.

 “Why do you deny us passage?  We are both warriors of the God-Emperor and we bear the blessing of your Tribune.” Kal Jakar said.

 “Silence Word Bearer.   The Emperor has forbidden the referral to him as a God.  Speak that word again and I will remove your head from your body.” Diocletian  said.

 In hindsight. Kal Jakar shouldn't have mentioned the God-Emperor, but Diocletian would have stopped them and made the threat. anyway.  The Prefect was quite frankly, a dick. Haar knew he did not trust them, and he had probably delayed Aella with some meaningless task like retrieving headlight fluid for the Grav-Rhinos. Haar honestly no idea why Diocletian  had delayed them or why he disliked them.  You think the Emperor’s own Equerry vouching for them would give them some slack. Haar was pretty sure Malcador’s band of misfits didn't have to deal with this.  

 Haar decided he had enough.  As much as he wanted to rip out the Custodians spine, he’d settle this with words.

 “Praetor.”  Haar said with all the cold rage and authority he could muster.

 “I’m sorry?” Diocletian said.

 “My rank is Praetor, Prefect..  You may also address me as Reaver Lord if you prefer. We report directly to Lady Arlette and the Emperor himself. While you are well within your authority to stops us. I believe your reasons for stopping us are personal and not for security reasons. My brothers and I have stayed loyal while  our legions turned traitor. We are willing to sacrifice  our lives for this Imperium. Not for honor or glory, but for duty and vengeance.  This girl you so casually dismissed,has suffered more than any girl her age should have. She has lost her family and her world. The IIIrd legion plans to do unspeakable thing to her. Our own brothers and our primarch’s betrayed us, soaked their blades in our blood. And you dare question our loyalty! You dare to question our honor and commitment to this Imperium! To our Emperor!”

 Diocletion  was about to reply, but Haar cut him off.

 “Now I want you to stand there Prefect Diocletion, in that golden armor of yours and extend some fracking courtesy to myself, my brothers and this girl.” Haar said.

 Haar had a feeling he wanted to draw his Misericordia and strike him down.  

 Than the sound of scampering feet was heard.

 “I'm so sorry!” an eight year old voice said.

 A blur of red and gold dashed pass Diocletian.  

 “It is alright Lady Aella.” Kal Jakar said. The Chaplain made the sign of the Aquila.

 Aella was a young girl, a few weeks shy of her ninth birthday. She wore the red with gold trim robes of the Legio Custodes  Her hair was a black and silky,and she wore it in a braid with a silver and jade hairpin.

 “Lady Arlette sends her compliments Praetor Haar. I’m here to take you to the Tranquil Courts.” Aella said in an imitation of a rather regal and important sounding tone.

 Aella looked at Vesta.

 “Hi! I’m Aella! What's your name?”  Aella said this with all the enthusiasm  an eight year old girl possessed.

 “Vesta.” Vesta replied.

 “You're very pretty. I like your Palla.” Aella said.

 She turned to lead them to inside.

 “Aella,could you wait a moment.  Prefect  Diocletian needs to tell me something.” Haar said.

 “Sure!” Aella  said cheerfully.

 Haar looked at Diocletian.

 Haar could tell Diocletian was gritting her teeth beneath his helm.

 “I apologize for my rudeness Praetor.”

 “Not  just me.” Haar said. He gestured to Kal Jakar.

 “I apologize for my unkind  words, Chaplain. I hope I have not offended you.”

 “Think nothing of it. The Emperor's blessing be upon you Prefrect.” Kal Jakar said. He made the sign of the Aquila. For politeness sake, Diocletian returned it.

 Diocletian turned to Vesta.

 “You don’t have to apologize to me, My Lord. It's a honor to be here.” Vesta said.

 “You're too kind for your own good, girl.” Danek said with a laugh.

 “We’re ready to proceed Aella.” Haar said.

 Aella smiled, waved goodbye to Diocletian  and led them into the Imperial Palace.

 The Tranquil Courts was perhaps the only part of the Imperial Palace not fortified. An eye of peace and beauty in a storm of iron and stone.

 Tribune Arlette Augusta Amon Rakaposhi Gorro was waiting for them in a spacious patio.

 Arlette was a rather striking woman with  brown skin and black hair that stopped at her shoulders. She wore red robes with fur and gold trim. She held an old graphite pencil in her hand.

 The square table she sat at was carpeted with paperwork.

 The table style was one he did not recognize.  Although, Haar did not an Emperor’s Chilrdren or Thousand Sons, skill in recognizing furniture.   It was strangely low, and her seat was directly on the ground

 She looked up from the parchment she was scribbling on. Writing implements of various types lay in easy reach. Everything from pencils and various types of pens to monoquills.

 Arlette smiled at Aella  as she bowed.

 “Hello Aella, did Diocletian delay you?”

 “Yes my lady, Prefect Diocletian was grumpier  than usual.”  Aella said with a pout that was more adorable than annoyed.

 “It’s probably because we're  here,we’re not exactly good little boys compared to Dorn’s little builders.” Boian said.

 Aella giggled and Arlette smiled.

 Haar gestured to Vesta.

 “Lady Arlette, this is Vesta Augustus, the heir to the Imperial governorship of Byzas Longa.”

 “She’s a friend of ours.” Boian said.

It’s an honor, my lady.” Vesta said with a bow.

 “The honor is mine, the Emperor and I enjoyed our time on Byzas Longa.” Arlette said.

 Haar watched the two women make eye contact.

 This was not merely the meeting of two women, this was the meeting of two queens.

One who was young and recently crowned, ready to take her throne and do her duty.  The other, older and more comfortable in her role. One who had done all her king and subjects asked for and more.    

 “Aella could you bring my guests and I some tea?” Arlette asked.

 “Yes ma'am. What kind of tea do you want?” She asked.

“My usual.” Arlette said.

“Black.” Haar said.

 “Lemon, one cream, milk and two sugars.” Danek said

“Black with three sugars.” Boian said.

“Green tea.”  Kal Jakar  said.

“Black, one sugar.” Vesta said.

Aella scampered off.

 Arlette gestured for them to sit.

Haar sat directly across from Arlette.  Kal Jakar sat to his right, Boian on his left. Vesta sat next to Boian, while Danek sat next to Kal Jakar.

Aella returned with a platter laden with  mugs of tea.

 Haar caught the whiff of cinnamon as Aella distribute the tea.

Haar sipped his tea.  After months of recycled water, the tea was a rare treat. He could tell his brothers and Vesta enjoyed the tea immensely.

The woman who saved his life enjoyed her tea immensely as well.

 Some compared Arlette  to the Roman goddesses Bellona, or the Grecian goddess Pallas Athena, but no such comparison could be made in person.

 She was beautiful in her own unique way.  She radiated an overwhelming power and grace that rivaled, even surpassed, a Primarch.   No one could stand before her without to urge to kneel and prostrate themselves. No one could draw a blade or Bolter to harm her without dying.  Either at her hands, or the Emperor’s himself.

 She was, in many many ways, the ideal woman.

 Haar knew that if it wasn't for Arlette’s backing of the Fangs of the Emperor, they wouldn't have been able  to inflict  so much damage on the traitors. The Tyrannis wouldn't have been able to be refitted and resupplied. The Sigillite would not have shared his Intel. The Fangs now had an opportunity to die a glorious  death that would be remembered by loyal and traitor alike.

 “I trust your mission was successful?”  Arlette said.

 “The Word Eater’s 126th Company has been informally disbanded and a  plot that could tip the balance in the traitor’s favor has been discovered. “

 “And what does this plot entail exactly?” Arlette asked with a sip of her tea.

 “Unsanctioned Legions Astartes implantation and indoctrination methods, tampering  with blessed gene-seed and the utter damnation of the souls.” Kal Jakar  said.

 “What Chaplain Jakar means is that the  Emperor’s Children have created enhanced  hybrid gene-seed designed to maximize the positive traits of both World  Eaters and the Emperor’s Children with a high compatibility rate and a minimum  chance of implant rejection.  They are also enhanced via genetic data and sample recovered from Blackshield Astartes referred to as Chymarie.  Lady Vesta here was to be first test subject.  We recovered one of the apothecaries responsible  and we’d like to transfer him to the Silent Sisterhood. for interrogation.”

 “We’d also like to arrange for protection  and sanctuary for Vesta.  We also need some more supplies and a couple of fresh crewmen. “  Haar said.

 “ The first request I can grant.  The second I must deny. The Ten-Thousand must remain at the palace. Like the Sigillite and the Knights-Errant, we are fighting our own Silent War and the casualties have not been light.  I cannot spare the Custodes. The Emperor's safety cannot be jeopardized   While there are those in the Imperial Court who could provide sanctuary, Alpharius and his sons are here on Terra, until Rogal deals with them, her safety cannot be guaranteed.  A moving target is harder to hit, so Vesta will stay with you.  As for supplies, the Hall of Weapons is open to you.  Perhaps while you restock, you could find some weapons for Vesta here as well.  In addition, if your looking for crewmen, many refugees have gathered in the Petitioner’s City, seeking to join the Imperial Army and Navy. I’m sure you will find willing recruits.” Arlette  said.

“Thank you My Lady,”   Haar said

“You’re welcome Endryd.” she said with a smile.

 Haar rose and brought his fist to his chest in the pre-unity  salute.

 Arlette returned it.

 The Hall of Weapons was like a toy store for an Astartes.  While the Fangs could not access the sections reserved for the Custodes and the Silent Sisterhood, there was still plenty for them  and their young companion.

Weapons were kept on racks or held in shining stasis-fields. Crates of ammunition were stacked under the racks.

“I could spend decades in this place.” Boian said with a childish grin.  He had taken a Phobos-pattern Bolter and about nine clips from one of the racks.

“I don’t doubt that.’ Kal Jahkar said.

Haar hadn’t touched anything, but he had watched Vesta as she browsed the racks.

Vesta had immediately grabbed a Volkite Serpenta, but she had  stopped at a collection of swords.  She hefted a chainsword and placed it back.  She ignored the large two-handed weapons.  She paused at the knives and grabbed a Power Knife sized for a mortal and a Chainknife.   She also grabbed a Digi-melta and slid it on her left ring finger.

She was smiling the whole time she had done this.  

This was the first time any of them had seen  Vesta smile.    

She looked around some more and went to a small collection of blades and pistols in stasis fields.

She paused in front of a gladius in  a stasis field.

 “Blade.. Of the Hearth?” Vesta said reading the High Gothic inscription on  the blade.

“Looks like an Albian Power Gladius,  Shadrak Meduson has one of those. Some officers in the Fourteenth used to carry those.” Boian said.

“A few in the Seventeenth did as well.” Kal Jakar said.

 Vesta  pressed the key to  disengage the stasis field and gently grasped the blade.

It came free from it’s stand with a soft shunk noise.

Vesta gave it a few swings and made a stabbing motion with the blade.  

It was in that moment that Harr saw Vesta in a different light.

He now longer saw her as an amnesiac waif or a young noblewoman.

Now she was a warrior-queen.

Now she was ready to take her vengeance on the traitors who stolen everything from her.

And Haar and his Blackshields would gladly fight by her side.

[needlekirby]

I only have a few minutes before I turn 18 so just in case I've been cursed by a witch or something let's go over some of the highlights of my young life: -survived multiple epileptic episodes as a young un that I apparently brought on purposefully bc I would throw a tantrum, hold my breath, pass out and induce a seizure to get what I wanted -survived all those times me (or my sister) would wake up in the middle of the night feeling like we couldn't breath and have our parents sit us in front of the running shower until we felt better -survived being hit by a car when I was like 3, the tires went over both my legs and midriff so both my legs were broken. -I also burned my knee and ankle on the fuel pipe so there's two fairly big burn scars there. -The doctors removed my appendix "while they were at it." -The radiologist and the surgeon got into a fight over whether I had one broken leg or two, radiologist won. -I was in two casts for a while and couldn't walk so I went back to being in a stroller, I was just young enough to not need physical therapy and relearned how to walk within a day. -had to be brought into court against the guy who hit me where I sat squeezing a stuffed duck that would quack loudly a few times and make everyone in the courtroom giggle. -walked into first day of first grade and after being asked to introduce myself I had the biggest near-meltdown of my life, my vision was spinning and I was scared stiff but I was saved on the spot by another kid who knew me and gave my name for me and let me sit next to them. -became known as 'the witch' in second grade bc i loved hanging out in the bushes near the playground and scaring the boys who would harass other girls. I fucking adored the nickname. -had my first crush on a girl I became friends with later over Kirby games. -my girl crush, me and another friend created a horror and ghost story club bc we loved the scary stories to tell in the dark books so much. -got the attention of the 'gifted students' teacher (basically she led classes for kids she thought were super smart and lead sessions with them where she would ask them questions and gauge how creative or intelligent they were I think) by being a smartass and saying that red was "orange minus yellow". She had my older sister in her classes and she wanted me IQ tested for this response. -my mom was not crazy about me being in these classes bc they would take time away from my regular classes and put me behind which I think was what was happening m my sister. She gave her permission to have me IQ tested tho and I was brought in from class to take it. She explained to me what was going down and I asked if the test was required. She said no, it was an optional test and I said 'well then I don't think I want to take it' and walked tf out. Mic. Drop. Third grader me was relentless. -read the tale of desperaux so many times that book fucking touched my heart it's good I was crazy about it. -in fourth grade I learned pig pen code and I loved it so much I used it all the time. I still use it now and I can write it without needing to look at a cypher. -I correctly solved the second half of a two-part math problem that needed the answer from the first part, but got the first part wrong and my fourth grade teacher brought my mom in for a meeting bc he had no idea how it did it. -On the last day of fifth grade, the really cool science teacher gave me that fancy dragonology book as a gift and it was the most genuine gesture I received from a teacher ever. -the really cool science teacher taught us that skin can grow around physical objects and that rlly stuck w me. -went on to middle school and somehow wound up in a friend group full of goths and punks, was never either of those. -our middle school had no playground so we'd just walk around the bus parking lot and I brought in chalk to draw w and inspired a back and forth conflict between the school and the students about whether chalk was allowed during recess. -a kid from the outer skirts of the goth/punk/emo/art ho gang committed suicide in 7th grade and his parents blamed their OWN KID for his suicide. -one particularly scary guy from the group said that if anyone else in the group died or killed themselves he'd "take everyone and him all with them." -ended up """going out""" this guy, we were friends at the time but I was still too scared to say no. -this boy asked me one day to 'take our relationship to the next level' I was terrified but I asked what that would be and he said 'holding hands' and I burst out laughing. -this boy would also write me love notes on graph paper with scratchy black pen and sign them off as 'the shadow prince' or some bs. -started playing Pokémon in 8th grade. -burned my first personal cd mixtape in freshman year and made playlists for the next three years and got into tons of different kinds of music. -took drivers ed freshman year and drove on the highway only the second day of behind the wheel. -slept in the classroom part of drivers ed everyday. -there was a filing cabinet in the back of the room that had the words "big booty" scrawled on them in shaky black marker and I miss that filing cabinet a lot. -took beginning art freshman year w the art teacher who hated life and watched two seniors smoke a strawberry shortcake scented hookah right in front of me. Teacher put his feet up on the table. It took a while to come back to another art class after that. -that one day in math 2 when that boy was bothering me about why I didn't shave my vag and the teacher failed him for that m&m graph assignment you do like all the time in math which he was supposed to be helping me do and I got all candies we were supposed to split -took health sophomore year where they honestly tried to tell us that sugar was the chemical equivalent of cocaine and wanted to scream so BADLY. -embarrassed myself at the psychiatrists office which will stick w me forever and anytime I ask for even very minor school accommodations FUCK U 15 YR OLD ME YOU IDIOT -took my last Latin class at the end of junior year at the same time my beloved, blessed, angelic Latin teacher was retiring after like 40 years of teaching at our school. She had amazing stories and was super funny and I miss her desperately. -took high school art for the last time. Our teacher told my friend who had done three whole watercolor pieces to branch out and didn't say a word to the kid who only ever did copic marker pieces. - took only bullshit classes all fall semester including horticulture 1 where we had no teacher for about 2 months. Now I'm finishing my senior year with community college classes and I look forward to more highlight moments now that I'm gonna be an 'adult'. Cheers lads✨🎉

[honouraarden]

flightless bird | os

The needle went into the skin of her back, though Honour couldn’t feel it. Once the man’s cold hand was removed from her shoulder, she leaned back on the pillows again. It had been two weeks since they released her from the hospital in the Capitol and that she went home. Each day, the doctor, who was from the Capitol, would walk over from an empty victor’s home to shoot Honour up with drugs that were supposed to speed up the healing progress. That didn’t stop the events in the middle of the night when she would wake up with phantom pains that caused her to scream and tremble in pain. Her mentor, Arryn, stayed at the house with her, losing sleep to make sure that Honour was okay—and to inject her with the morphine when the pains came. 

“Only a week or two more and we can start your therapy.” The doctor said as he unwrapped her bandages around her legs from where the flames ate at her skin.  They were just scars now, and she had opted out of getting scarring removed, the same with the burn marks from the meeting with the priests. “I’ll be able to walk?” Honour asked. Though he had been taking care of her for the past three weeks, being one of the doctors that tended to her while in the Capitol, she still didn’t trust him. No one would blame her if she admitted it aloud, though. “No, you’ll be able to stand, with crutches. Your legs are still a bit fragile and since you still can’t feel anything with them, we don’t want to risk you injuring your nerves or your bones any more than they already are.” Frustrated, Honour sighed. All she wanted to do was get out of the damn bed, out of the wheelchair and to be able to walk.

“Have you been seeing anymore visions?” He asked as he shined a light in her eyes. “No,” she answered, “Just vivid dreams.” “Follow the light with your eyes,” Once he finished writing stuff down in a booklet, he responded to what she said, “the vivid dreams could be the medication having some side effects or they could be some wearing off of the chemical from the arena.” He touched along her ribs, asking if there was any pain, which there was just some soreness. Again, he wrote in his booklet before closing it. “All done here.” The doctor gathered everything that he brought into his bag and left the house. 

It wasn’t long afterwards that Arryn came into the house. She assisted Honour in getting in the wheelchair. Rolling into the kitchen, Honour grabbed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. “Go outside to smoke,” Arryn said as she was putting away some things. “Yeah, yeah.” Arryn would put the cigarettes away from Honour in the middle of the night, putting them in the kitchen knowing that she couldn’t get in the wheelchair without help. Not that had stopped her from trying once or twice—it just didn’t end well in her favor. Pushing the door open, she went onto the back porch. Occasionally, Arryn would join her outside. Though she only smoked when she came back from a short day trip to the Capitol. 

The Montclair’s stopped by often, Gus would even bring a book to read to her. It didn't bother her nor did she mind, usually, and let him read a book when she had been medicated shortly before . Yet their presence, Arjay had yet to come. She didn't even think to ask about where he was to the other Montclair's. Though, Honour still wanted to beat the shit out of him for kissing her before she left without any reason or explanation. She also wanted to drink and smoke with him again, like how it used to be. Honour tried to convince Arryn, mostly, to bring her to certain places that he could be, but due to the distance it wasn’t possible in the condition that she was in. 

Arryn joined her outside, sitting in an outside chair. “That Arjay kid still hasn’t come to see you has he?” Honour took a drag, looking at her mentor from the corner of her eye. “It’s weird that you’re dating your mentor.” This is how she usually handled that question with either Arryn, doctors or even Arryn’s old mentor, Velkan. “Honour.” “He’s like 10 years older than you, and he mentored you when you were a tribute. Just saying that’s a bit weird.” She heard Arryn sigh, causing a smirk to come to her face. “He’s 8 years older than me—“ “Still weird.” There was silence between the two for a while, Honour was just finishing up her first cigarette when her mentor spoke again, “Why do you change the subject when I ask about Arjay?” Honour turned her head, raising her eyebrows, “Why did you go to the Capitol for a day?” No answer. “Exactly, not something I want to talk about.”

They remained outside until the rain clouds coming in from the north, Honour had finished half of the pack of cigarettes before then. The rain caused her limbs to ache, so once she got back into the bed, Arryn gave her a small dosage of pain medication. The almost conversation was spinning around in her head constantly. Honour didn’t want to talk about Arjay to anyone. The entirety of Panem had already seen him the way that she had in the arena. So many rumors were whispered in the Capitol, of what they were or whatever. Honour couldn’t understand why on earth she saw him in the arena more than she saw Ryot. Also why did she feel more scared to see him all bloodied than her own blood, her own sister.

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    “Doctors Predicted I Would

Die With Fatty Liver

. But Contrarily to their Prediction, I Reversed My Fatty Liver Easily, Permanently & In Just Days. I’ll Show You!”

Dear Friend,

Did you know that the most common disease in the world is something most of us haven’t even heard of, yet it affects a whopping 2.1 BILLION PEOPLE?

That means there’s a 1 in 3 chance that

YOU have it.

So if you value your health, I’d suggest that you take a few moments to answer the following questions:

Do you often feel tired or weak?

Do you sometimes experience back pain, abdominal pain or lower torso discomfort?

Do you ever feel nauseous or suffer from a loss of appetite?

Does your skin or the whites of your eyes appear yellowish in color?

Do you binge drink, or drink alcohol on a regular basis?

Are you overweight and struggling to shift those excess pounds?

Have you noticed a patchy, dark skin discoloration, usually on the neck or underarm area?

Do you have bad skin, and just don’t know why?

Do you ever suffer from abdominal pains and cramping?

Do you suffer from headaches, or experience confusion, impaired judgment, or have trouble concentrating?

Do you always feel hungry, and as a result, are constantly snacking on sugary or starchy foods?

And finally…

Do you have a general feeling of ill health, and can’t figure out what it might be?

If you answered “YES” to any of those questions, then you’re exactly in the right place…

Because you could be suffering from the effects of a “FATTY LIVER”

And if you don’t do anything about it now, you could end up with a much higher chance of contracting fatal diseases like cirrhosis of the liver, heart attacks, stroke, diabetes and cancer.

And don’t think I’m saying any of this to scare you…

“Here Are the Facts about Fatty Liver”

“Fatty liver” has become increasingly common in recent years due to the rising levels of obesity in the world.

As I’ve already stated, it now affects more than 2.1 BILLION PEOPLE.

That’s 1/3 of the entire world population!

So why is this so important to your health, and your life?

Well, what might surprise you is that your liver is the second most important organ in your body – after the brain.

It performs an incredible 800+ functions, including:

Eliminating toxins from the body, like environmental pollutants, food additives, dead cells, alcohol, etc.

Producing bile, which helps carry away waste and break down fats

Storing and releasing glucose for energy

Clearing the blood of harmful substances

Resisting infections and removing bacteria from the bloodstream

Clearing bilirubin (if there is a build-up of bilirubin, the skin and eyes turn yellow)

And much more, including regulating glucose, blood pressure, blood sugar, insulin, estrogen, testosterone, the immune system, and blood cholesterol production.

So what does this mean?

Quite simply, it means that if your liver isn’t functioning at 100%, you have ZERO chance of being healthy.

And that’s because a fatty liver causes INFLAMMATION, which impairs your liver’s ability to carry out its 800+ jobs in your body.

The more your liver is impaired, the unhealthier you become, and the more likely you are to contract a wide range of life-threatening diseases, such as liver failure, heart attacks, stroke, diabetes, cancer, and much more.

That’s the simple and harsh truth.

“If There’s

ONE

Organ You Should Be Looking After, It’s Your

LIVER!

”

But most of us don’t.

In fact, the typical modern diet – which is full of processed foods, chemicals, sugar and alcohol – has led to alarming rates of obesity, and is the #1 reason for the surge in cases of “fatty liver”.

Essentially, your liver becomes full of fat, inflamed and enlarged, and can no longer do its job properly.

So instead of your liver clearing out toxins, it starts to POISON you.

Instead of breaking down fats and assisting your metabolism, it begins to STORE FAT, making it virtually impossible to lose weight.

Instead of clearing your blood of harmful substances, it allows them to THRIVE & MULTIPLY.

In short, your fatty liver is robbing you of your health and making it virtually impossible for you to lose weight, feel great and enjoy your life.

BUT HERE’S THE GOOD NEWS!

Fatty liver is reversible in almost 99% of cases.

“And Today, I’m Going to Show You An

ALL-NATURAL

Way to

REVERSE

the Damaging Effects of a Fatty Liver, So You Can Lose Weight, Feel Great and Look Years Younger!”

You’ll finally be able to…

REVERSE inflammation and damage to your liver. If left unchecked it could lead to a range of diseases, including liver cancer or cirrhosis (sufferers of these conditions have an extremely low life expectancy)…

Turn your body into a fat-burning furnace and LOSE WEIGHT quickly and effortlessly (your liver is the key to losing weight, and once you unlock the door, the pounds will melt away easily)…

Eradicate your health problems at the SOURCE (the fact is, many of your health complaints right now can be put down to a poorly-performing liver. Get your liver working correctly, and your health will dramatically improve)…

Give your liver the Ultimate DETOX and eliminate the build-up of dangerous toxins that are ruining your health…

Lower your risk of contracting life-threatening diseases such as heart attacks, stroke, diabetes, cancer, cirrhosis of the liver, and more – and Add YEARS to your life expectancy…

Get CLEARER, SMOOTHER SKIN by removing toxins from your liver, and get rid of patchy, dark skin discolorations too…

Increase vitality and ENERGY levels, and feel like a teenager once again!

Eliminate “brain fog” and improve MENTAL CLARITY and concentration…

DEFEAT DEPRESSION and enjoy a renewed zest for life (going through life feeling tired, weak and lacking in energy is one of the major causes of depression)…

Improve your SLEEP and feel energized and invigorated every morning…

Finally put an end to bloating, cramps and abdominal PAIN…

Save thousands of dollars on drugs, painkillers and other medication, which are merely “masking” the symptoms of your ill health, but doing NOTHING to fix the cause.

That’s right…

“It’s Time to Stop Wasting Time & Money Treating the Symptoms of Your Ill Health & Finally Fix the Cause – Your Fatty Liver”

Hi, my name is Layla Jeffrey and I’m a Nutritionist, Author and Expert on the subject of Fatty Liver.

Back in 2009, and at just 36 years of age, I was suffering from very poor health.

I’d recently been diagnosed with depression because every day had become a struggle for me, and I wasn’t enjoying life at all.

I was constantly tired and sluggish, and finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my day job.

I was stressed-out, irritable and struggling to sleep, which then made things even worse.

My skin – which had been blemish free through my entire life was now starting to breakout relentlessly, and whatever I did, I couldn’t seem to get it under control.

And as the months and years went by, my symptoms just got worse and worse…

I started to develop cramps and pain in my lower back and abdomen, which really started to worry me.

After visiting many different Doctors, I was eventually diagnosed with a “fatty liver”, or to be more precise, Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis (NASH).

“The Different Types of

Fatty Liver Disease

”

After some research, I found that Fatty Liver Disease can be categorized as Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (AFLD), Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (NAFLD) or Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis (NASH).

All 3 include a range of conditions from simple “steatosis” (a fatty infiltration of the liver tissue which can interfere with your health), to cirrhosis (an irreversible and potentially fatal build-up of scar tissue in the liver).

Although NAFLD and NASH are similar to Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, people who contract these diseases (like me) drink little or no alcohol, yet it can still lead to permanent liver damage, cancer and liver-related death.

Plus, all people with Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease have an increased risk of developing cardiovascular problems such as heart attacks and stroke.

According to recent statistics, Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Diseases are becoming more and more common. In fact, it’s estimated that up to 35% of the entire world population may have either fatty liver or NASH.

And the primary reason is the modern diet.

You see, in my case, the cause of my Fatty Liver wasn’t what I was drinking…

“It Was What I Was

EATING

”

My diet had caused my Fatty Liver, and it was slowly killing me.

In fact, my Doctor told me that the patterns in my liver enzyme levels indicated that if I didn’t do anything to reverse the damage, my chances of developing liver cancer or deadly cirrhosis within the next 5 years were over 70%.

I was terrified, but as I soon discovered, he wasn’t exaggerating.

After looking into Fatty Liver Diseases a little more, I found that a clinical study, conducted in Norway on 47,594 people with fatty liver, concluded that it INCREASES THE RISK OF CANCER.

And not just liver cancer either – lung cancer, stomach cancer, pancreatic cancer, colon cancer, oesophageal cancer, and more.

It was clear to me that my diet was ruining my health and putting my life in danger, and I had to do something about it – AND FAST.

“How I

Reversed My Fatty Liver,

Lost 32 lbs & Added Years To My Life Expectancy!”

To begin with, my Doctor told me that the main thing I needed to do was lose some weight…

And he was right…

After all, studies show that 70% of people with fatty liver are OBESE.

However, he gave me absolutely no advice or guidance about what I should or shouldn’t be eating!

After an entire year of trying and failing to lose weight and improve my health, and after seeing multiple Doctors who didn’t seem to know anything about how to cure my condition, there was only one option left…

“I had to fix the problem

myself!

”

I decided to take a course in NUTRITION and learn what I needed to do to reverse my fatty liver and reclaim my health.

I’d always been interested in the subject, and my desperation to improve my health and lose weight naturally and safely had given me the motivation I needed to do it.

After 3 years of studying, where I paid particular attention to the liver, my health improved dramatically, and I lost 32 lbs, with barely any effort at all.

And this was because during my studies, I discovered that the liver plays an ABSOLUTELY CRUCIAL ROLE in weight loss.

One of your liver’s main jobs is to break down fat and turn it into energy, but when it’s not functioning properly, it simply can’t handle the excess fat and sugar coming at it, which results in fat piling up in all the wrong places all over your body.

This makes the task of losing weight

almost impossible.

This is why your diets have failed.

It’s like pouring water into a bucket, only to discover that there’s a bunch of massive holes in the bottom!

So if you have a fatty liver which isn’t functioning properly, you can’t lose weight.

And you can’t lose weight because you have a fatty liver!

It’s a Catch 22 situation, and most Doctors simply don’t have the nutritional knowledge and training to solve it.

“BUT THERE IS A SOLUTION – AND IT’S

100% NATURAL!

”

I created and followed my very own program for reversing my fatty liver, and the results were STUNNING:

I was full of ENERGY & VITALITY.

I was SLEEPING SOUNDLY and waking bright-eyed and eager to begin the day.

I was ALERT & FOCUSED at work, with no trouble concentrating. (In fact, I received a promotion and a pay rise within 6 months of starting my Nutrition course!)

My skin became CLEARER, SMOOTHER & BLEMISH-FREE again, which transformed my confidence levels and self-esteem.

The whites of my eyes returned to their normal, HEALTHY COLOR.

And after seeing me bound into his room with a big smile on my face and bundles of energy, my Doctor agreed that I NO LONGER NEEDED ANTI-DEPRESSANTS!

In fact…

“When I Returned to See My Doctor,

He Couldn’t Believe His Eyes!”

Not only did I look like a different person on the outside, but on the INSIDE too!!

My liver enzyme levels had returned to normal, my liver was free from inflammation and back to its happy self, and I literally hadn’t felt better in my entire life.

And that got me thinking…

Now that I had the experience and knowledge to REVERSE MY OWN CASE OF FATTY LIVER, lose weight quickly and dramatically improve my health at the same time, I wanted to help other people too… people just like me who were scared, confused and frustrated by their Doctor’s lack of knowledge about HOW to actually go about fixing the problem.

So I decided to put everything I’d learned about my Fatty Liver and how to reverse it into an easy-to-follow, step-by-step program.

Then I started sharing it with fellow fatty liver sufferers all over the world.

And every single one of them experienced incredible results.

AND NOW YOU CAN BENEFIT TOO!

INTRODUCING…

Fatty Liver Remedy™

Reverse fatty liver, lose weight and improve your overall health and wellbeing, FAST!

HERE ARE JUST A FEW THINGS YOU’LL DISCOVER IN Fatty Liver Remedy™

Time-tested, proven and all-natural ways to PREVENT & REVERSE the 3 main categories of Fatty Liver Disease: Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (AFLD), Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (NAFLD) and Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis (NASH).

The perfect LIVER-CLEANSING DETOX guaranteed to give your liver the care and attention it needs to recover and thrive, and dramatically improve your health and wellbeing.

How to LOSE WEIGHT the correct, healthy way (no crash dieting, no calorie counting and no fad diets that only succeed in wrecking your health in the long-term)

The foods you need to AVOID that have resulted in your “fatty liver” and poor health.

Fat-fighting NATURAL INGREDIENTS proven to replenish and renew liver cells.

POTENT HERBS that will purify and cleanse your liver and restore it to its optimum state FAST, giving you the energy and vitality of a teenager!

The most powerful “liver-friendly” HERBAL DRINK (drink this 3 or 4 times a day and your liver will be super fit in no time!)

The common medications you should AVOID at all costs – or risk destroying your liver even further

LIFESTYLE TIPS you absolutely must follow if you want to protect your liver and give yourself the best possible chance of living a long and healthy life.

Powerful drink proven to DECREASE the accumulation of fat in the liver – and where to get it!

HEALTHY COOKING OILS you can use that will help suck out harmful toxins from your body and cleanse your liver.

The most powerful “LIVER-DETOXIFYING” FOODS in the World (eat these foods, and you will be guaranteed to reverse your liver damage, lose weight quickly and easily, and dramatically improve your health and wellbeing!)

And much more!

Below you can find some of the results that Fatty Liver Remedy™ has achieved for my customers…

“I’ve never felt better”

“I was diagnosed with Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease 4 years ago and it absolutely terrified me. I drank regularly, but I had no idea how much it had affected my liver, and how important my liver actually was to my health. Thanks to your program I’ve been able to reverse the damage I caused and I’ve never felt better. Thank you so much!”

David Masterson, 42 – Pretoria, S.A.

“You are a Life Saver!”

“Layla, I just wanted to say thank you for what you have done for me. Your advice and guidance have been life-changing. I was depressed, overweight and suffering terribly before my husband found your website and bought your program for me. I have never had an official diagnosis of fatty liver but after the improvements I’ve seen, I’m pretty sure that was it! I’ve followed your program to the letter and now I feel so much better. You are a LIFE SAVER!”

Brenda Montgomery, 40 – East Fife, Scotland

“My liver function has improved beyond belief”

“Your program has put all of my Docs to shame. I have had NASH for 7 years and I honestly thought there was nothing I could do about it – but only because my Doctors have been so useless. All they did was put me on a variety of different medication. I’m so glad I found your website before it was too late. I have not only lost weight, but my liver function has improved beyond belief which has had a massive (and very positive) effect on my overall health.”

Gary Sayers, 47 – Toledo, US

“The difference has been amazing”

“I was told I had Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatisis. The advice and help out there are almost non-existent so I struggled to understand what I needed to do. Your program has made everything so much easier. Not only do I now understand my condition and what caused it, but I know EXACTLY what I need to do to make myself better. I have already seen a great improvement to my health.”

Guan-yin Huáng, Bradford, UK

* Testimonials Published With Customer Permission.

“Don’t Just Treat the Symptoms…

Fix the Cause!”

It’s time to STOP treating your body like you don’t care about it.

Your liver is the second most important organ you have, carrying out over 800 vital functions all day, every day!

But right now, your liver is not working as it should, because it CAN’T…

It’s full of fat, toxins and inflammation – and this is causing all of your current symptoms, like tiredness, muscle fatigue, headaches, brain-fog, skin discoloration, difficulty sleeping, abdominal pain, weight gain, bad skin, jaundice, and much more!

And it’s no use wasting your time and money trying to treat these symptoms with painkillers, medication, caffeine or energy drinks to get you through each day.

These things MASK your symptoms and alleviate them for a few hours ONLY. They do nothing to fix the underlying cause – which is your fatty liver.

Right now, I’m giving you the chance to reverse your fatty liver, claim back your health and start enjoying your life again!

So the next question you’re probably asking yourself is this…

“How Much Will It Cost Me To Get My Hands On

Fatty Liver Remedy™

?”

Well, before I answer that, let me first ask you a question.

How much would you pay to look and feel better than you have in years?

How much would you pay to finally say goodbye to your current health complaints, and feel like your “young” self again?

How much would you pay to have a perfectly working liver that guarantees your health for years to come?

… To potentially add years to your lifespan, so you can watch your grandkids grow up and ENJOY your retirement in excellent health?

Would you pay $500 to achieve such transformational and life-changing results?

What about $300? That’s an absolute bargain, right?

Well don’t worry, because I’m not going to ask you to spend anything like that kind of money!

Because I genuinely want to help you…

Having suffered from the horrible effects of a Fatty Liver Disease myself, I know how much it can ruin a person’s life – and I don’t want it to ruin yours any longer.

So for that reason, and for a limited time only, I’m making Fatty Liver Remedy™ available for only…

NOTE: Fatty Liver Remedy™ is a digital product. You will receive access to the entire system immediately after you order – even if it’s 2am!

That’s right…

JUST $37 to get your hands on a proven program for preventing and reversing Fatty Liver… a program that has changed my life, and has been proven to work time and time again for hundreds and thousands of other people right across the world

With Fatty Liver Remedy™, there will be…

NO MORE feeling tired, sluggish and weak, where you need stimulants like coffee, sugary snacks and energy drinks to get you through the day (which only makes the situation worse)

NO MORE “brain-fog”, difficulty concentrating or impaired judgment.

NO MORE abdominal pain and cramping.

NO MORE patchy, dark skin discoloration or jaundice.

NO MORE skin problems caused by the build-up of toxins in your liver.

NO MORE confusion about how to lose weight in order to reduce the fat in your liver (remember, doctors know very little about nutrition; they are NOT nutritionists)

NO MORE wasting money trying to mask the symptoms (now you can fix the cause)

NO MORE worries about whether your fatty liver might develop into a deadly disease like cirrhosis or cancer, and seriously shorten your life.

This simple home-based program is safe, natural and PROVEN to work.

And the best thing is, you don’t even need to step outside your front door to benefit from it.

That’s why this is such a no-brainer.

But that’s not all!

As a thank you for ordering…

“I’m Also Going to Give You These Incredible Bonuses,

Absolutely Free!

”

BONUS #1: 188 Liver Friendly Recipes – VALUE: $67 (YOURS FREE!)

In “188 Liver Friendly Recipes” you will find 188 recipes which you can make at home. These very healthy recipes are not only great for your liver but taste great too.

This special bonus is currently being sold for $67 by third parties but I’m going to include it with your order

absolutely free.

BONUS #2: Detox Your Body: $47 (YOURS FREE!)

Detoxification is the best way to rid your body of toxins, which can slow it down and make it unhealthy.

After the detox is completed, you will feel “lighter” and have more energy. Also, since a detox is used to clear away free radicals, your body’s immune system will be stronger and you will have a lower risk of getting serious illnesses. Finally, detoxification will clear your blood, helping it circulate better.

BONUS #3: What to Eat & What to Avoid: $37 (YOURS FREE!)

To make sure that your liver stays in optimal healthy condition, you need to learn what to eat and what to avoid.

This comprehensive guide is a very useful read not just for the fatty liver sufferers but also to everyone who wishes to improve his diet.

BONUS #4: Lifetime Updates Guarantee – (YOURS FREE!)

I’m always looking to improve The Fatty Liver Remedy™ program, because I want to make sure that you get the best possible results both now, and in the future too. So when I update the system and add new techniques that I’ve discovered, you’ll be the first to know! In fact, I will send you the new, updated edition straight to your inbox, absolutely free!

BONUS #5: Customer Support By Author – (YOURS FREE!)

And if all that’s not enough, I will also be on hand to provide you with all the advice and guidance you need, and answer any questions you may have about the Fatty Liver Remedy™ program. So feel free to send me an email (address provided with your order) whenever you like, and as often as you like, and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

And I’m still not finished!

To show you that I’m genuine, and that I really do want to help you, I’m going to sweeten the deal EVEN FURTHER, by including the following…

Rock-Solid 100% Money-Back Guarantee!

If Fatty Liver Remedy™ doesn’t transform your health within 60 days, you don’t pay!

It’s as simple as that…

This program has been proven to work time and time again, so I’m more than happy to put my money where my mouth is, and provide this rock-solid 60-day money-back guarantee so that you can put it to the test in your own time, and at absolutely no financial risk to yourself whatsoever.

And if for

ANY reason you’re not 100% satisfied, or you simply change your mind, I will refund every single penny with no questions asked and no hard feelings!

So go ahead and order today, and try out Fatty Liver Remedy™ for a full 60 days on me…

You risk absolutely NOTHING!

NOTE: Fatty Liver Remedy™ is a digital product. You will receive access to the entire system immediately after you order – even if it’s 2am!

Think about it for a moment…

Why continue spending money trying to mask the symptoms of your ill health when I’m giving you the chance to finally FIX THE CAUSE – YOUR LIVER?

It’s the second most important organ in your entire body, and it’s about time you started looking after it!!

And you can start today, for just $37!

“Ok, it’s decision time…”

And you have 3 options…

OPTION #1: You can continue on as you are, plodding through life in poor health, never feeling 100% and forever battling your symptoms. And remember, by doing nothing, the health and functionality of your liver is only going to deteriorate further, which could lead to a wide range of very serious and potentially FATAL DISEASES, like diabetes, heart attacks, stroke, cirrhosis of the liver and cancer.

Can you really ignore the health of your liver any longer?

OPTION #2: You can continue wasting money treating the SYMPTOMS of your ill health with pills and other forms of medication, and use stimulants like coffee, sugar and energy drinks to get you through each day. But once again, by doing this, your health is

guaranteed

to get worse, because you won’t be fixing the root CAUSE of the problem – your fatty liver.

OPTION #3:

Or you can take the smart, inexpensive and 100% NATURAL OPTION

The ONLY option.

And get a solution that is GUARANTEED to work, or your money back!

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NOTE: Fatty Liver Remedy™ is a digital product. You will receive access to the entire system immediately after you order – even if it’s 2am!

So I urge you to make the right decision…

To make the best investment you will ever make…

… An investment in yourself, your health, and your future happiness.

Best Wishes, Layla Jeffrey Nutritionist & Creator of Fatty Liver Remedy™

P.S. Remember, this is the EXACT same step-by-step program that transformed my own health, and has helped thousands of people around the world to achieve similarly life-changing results!

And all you need to do to get the same results yourself is follow the program!

P.P.S. Please bear in mind that the price of Fatty Liver Remedy™ is incredibly low, and has been deliberately kept low to help as many sufferers as possible to reverse their fatty liver and improve their health. However, I cannot guarantee that the price will remain this low on a permanent basis. So if you come back tomorrow and the price has changed to $77, $97 or more, you have been warned!

P.P.P.S. Being sceptical is natural, but I’ve made sure that there’s absolutely no risk to you! When you order Fatty Liver Remedy™ you are fully protected by a rock-solid 60-day money-back guarantee.

You risk absolutely NOTHING!

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“I have lost 19 lbs and never felt better”

“After I was diagnosed with Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease in 2010 my life changed dramatically. The doctors made it sound like a death sentence and it hit me hard. It seems so obvious to me now but at the time I had no idea how important my diet was in reversing the problem. I stopped drinking and then found your program. The results have been incredible. I have lost 19 lbs and never felt healthier.”

Geoff Fazackerly, 48 – Melbourne, Australia

“I feel like a different person!”

“I used to be really sluggish, irritable and tired all the time. My doctor told me I had fat in my liver, which I hadn’t even heard of before. My wife started looking into ways to sort it out and found your program 2 months ago. I stuck to it religiously and have lost 17 lbs already. I feel like a different person! Thanks so much for your hard work in putting this together and helping people like me.”

Derek Lambass, 54 – Kentucky, U.S.

“If only I found you 5 years ago!”

“I have suffered from NASH for over 5 years. And last year I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes as well. All the doctors ever wanted to do was give me pills and all sorts of medications. I didn’t want to pump my body full of drugs so I started to do my own research. Eventually I found your program and it immediately made sense! Thanks to your program the transformation in my health has been nothing short of a miracle. I not only feel 100 times better, but I barely need to take any insulin at all anymore. If only I found you 5 years ago!”

Amrita Gupta, 39 – Birmingham, UK

“Your program should be made available to everyone”

“Thank you Layla!! Your program should be made available to everyone, regardless of whether they have fatty liver or anything else! Since putting your advice into practice I feel more energized, happier and I haven’t had a headache in weeks. I can almost feel the toxins leaving my body! Thanks again”

Karl Henry, 36 – Massachusetts, U.S.

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