[center][h2][color=F0E68C]Asteria[/color][/h2][/center]

Asteria was asleep within minutes of lying down next to Mother Rat, and was mostly unaware as both her body and mind got their much needed rest. There were occasional flashes of images; of a monstrous rat ripping a wisp apart, crimson blood fountaining and overflowing from the previously whitish-blue glowing orb, of watching herself be poisoned again, only there was no rescue this time as her rat-body continued to writhe and spasm in pain, eventually stilling, of various monsters cruelly tearing off a giant’s head, feeling triumphant and joining in, sinking her teeth into the neck, tasting blood and liking it, of a strange vibrant world full of magical forces, of the warmth of Mother Rat’s body giving her comfort at the end of a trying day. Most if not all of these images would probably be forgotten by tomorrow, but there was one that made more of an impression than all the others; seeing her former body – the human one – lying peacefully and strangely beautiful for all that it was dead already (and she knew the corpse should have been mangled beyond recognition with how she had actually died, but here it looked as if she had died in her sleep), feeling as if she were floating above it, then suddenly finding herself in the familiar whiteness, only this time, it was practically in the next moment instead of an eternity later that the Demon King appeared and transferred her over to her current form and world. His words, his appearance, his gleeful madness (possibly he was an inspired genius, a simple old but powerful eccentric, a dream-thought pointed out) were not things she would easily forget.

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Sleeping.
Dreaming.
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