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Campbell lay amongst the bodies, releasing a sputtering retch with almost every breath he took, the pungent stench of rot had come to burn the back of his throat. It was unbearable, yet there he lay, his trial illuminated only by the magnificent glow of the moon, his one solace at this moment was its beauty.
After his prescription of hours had finally passed, he rose from the pit of corpses and clambered his way back to the surface, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the sandy ground of the depot's yard, before he once again returned to the brutalist comfort of the nexus interior, and to the chamber where he knew she would be waiting.
Throwing open the door, the smell of cheap cigarettes greeted him warmly, this would surely be enough to cleanse his nostrils. She was there, waiting for him by the table, a drink already poured for them both. Lumbering over, he seated himself across from her, resting his weary arms upon the hardwood surface, reaching out to take a swig of whatever alcoholic concoction had been prepared for him. They exchanged no words.
Fourth Defender eyed him coldly, producing from her pocket a crumpled scrap of paper which she slid across the table, it contained the instructions for his next trial, a comparatively simple endeavour.
Inscribe a crimson mark upon your flesh.
Let blood spill forth, a sacrificial mesh.
With each incision, pain shall be defied.
Baptised in crimson flow, your devotion amplified.
For in sufferings embrace, true power shall reign.
Campbell almost chuckled, returning his gaze to Four, this was his next challenge? A bit of blood? After a night of sleeping amongst the dead, how could this even compare?
Defender-4 met his gaze, her blue eyes narrowing. The comment he had prepared to make was caught in his throat, Alma Geyer was not a woman he intended to displease. She commanded in him both disgust and admiration, hatred and respect, the sight of irritation in her expression struck in him an uncomfortable sense of foreboding, what she asked of him now, was merely a prelude to something immensely more painful.
KING TWO
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