His Straight Pet
he whispers, smiling weak, light sparking faint.
Dante stumbles in, bloodied, eyes wide. “Realms are in chaos,” he says, voice hoarse, limping bad. “Some shit’s stirring—other realms, old enemies waking up.”
“What the hell’s happening?” I ask, shadows still, heart racing. “They need us—now,” he says, blood dripping, and I know trouble’s coming.
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