Amrita’s body went limp on top of hers, and Hel wasted no time in unceremoniously shoving the ghoul off of her. The reaper sat up then, and cradled her head in her hands. She let out a pained hiss. “
Fuuuuuuuuuck.” With a huff she lowered her hands and looked down at the unconscious ghoul. Well then…she could do
anything she wanted to the ghoul. Anything. Lots of horrible and just down right embarrassing and cruel thoughts came to mind, but…
But…
Hel heaved a sigh. She got to her feet and then leaned. She picked up the Undead’s body, and hoisted it over her shoulder.
Whenever Amrita awoke, she’d find herself back in her room, on her bed, and tucked underneath her folded hands, was a note.
Quote:
You lost. That means I can keep talking. It also means you owe me.
P.S. I did not do anything to you. It was not worth it. Beating your a** in battle was also pretty hallow. I derived no satisfaction from it.
P.S.S. Get well, b***h
Hel