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“I’ve craved death for thousands of years. I chased it. I wanted it. When I was imprisoned in that tomb, I wanted it so much more than ever before."

“You gave me the will to live, so long ago, when you first told me that one single word."

Sigurrós took a step forward, crouching down on tired knees to touch the scarred face of the broken man before her.

“Kill me now, witch.” He said, poisoning the air with his very words. “Kill me now and grant me mercy. This is the least you could ever do.”

At the crack of dawn, Sigurrós began to summon magic from her fingers, then laid her hand on the head of the man who she once called her father.

Then, with a single word, she gave him the death that he had craved for so long.

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