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"Entirely correct, my dear. Vilsig, I hope you didn't think she was a mere human. I could tell that was not the case the moment I laid eyes upon her. Can you walk?"

Edited by Silentdarkness1

"....Marvelous......fine. Looks like I have to carry you instead, lest one of my minions mistake you for an intruder and finish the job."

 

Rustlung snapped a finger. Shadowy claws appeared underneath Alma, and lifted her up, reforming and twisting into a throne of some sort, complete with arm rests. One more shadow claw picked up the throne and lifted it off the ground.

"Here. This should be better than nothing...."

 

The throne glowed slightly, reminiscent of the Nightmare Throne, as Alma's wounds started to recover, rather slowly, as all the blood in her lungs turned into a red vapor that leaked out her nose and mouth.

"A grand fantasy, i'm sure. I do not think that will work however, Alma. The man is very rough, very tough, and clearly not to be underestimated like earlier. Seems he can be as resourceful as he needs to be. He has earned his demise."

"Because that turned out so well for you last time, didn't it, Alma? Wilson will never allow you to kill Marcy as long as he lives. And even if you did pull it off, that wouldn't achieve the desired effect. He would avenge her instead. You can do whatever you want with the girl once Mister Higgsbury is dead."

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