the stickening, although put to rest, can be kindled anew, and stronger than ever before.
Alesana sighed.
"Fucking Christmas."
There was a sexy, dismantled artifact lying on the ground.
"What? Why is this here?"
Alesana gathered the pieces.
"Hmmmmmmm...." Alesana thought. Could this be the one?"
Alesana starts putting the fragments of the artifact together.
"This is definitely it."
She pulls out a small knife, and slits her wrist, dripping blood onto the artifact, and a beam of light hits her.
"What is this strange feeling? It's....a rush." So many things coming back to her. Memories of...her father. She blacks out before she even realizes what has happened to her.
VOUS LISEZ
The Stickening Part II - Sticken Tendency
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