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"The revenge I seek
Is not quick or cruel.
It is patient,
And it is inevitable." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARCHIBALD FROWNED as he stared at Ozed. He was getting worse and worse by the moments and days. His skin was getting paler and his veins were popping out of his body. But in all this, his defense mechanism that only attacked dark creatures was it active and was more sensitive than usual.
Anxious sweat trailed down his neck as he worried on what to do and how to fix his son. He looked at his cut arm, as blood trickled from it. It was healing incredibly slowly, and it drove him mad.
What was he really going to do about the two kids. Luella and Ozed. Both not waking up and him not knowing how to actually wake them up.
Suddenly the sound of thunder from the window.
"Rain?" He muttered, turning his attention for a millisecond and back to his experiment.
