The potential energy from lives that could have been lived sometimes tore the weave of life's tapestry creating holes and dripping sparks. The weavers made the cloth, but Lyra #collected the energy and Reys mended the tears. And sometimes, they tasted the lives unlived.
Erik placed the #robe on the hook. It would stay there, untouched for another year. The ceremony was done. Why the demon required such a sacrifice, he'd never know. But Erik would do the can-can every year in the frilly robe if it meant he could stay in power.
It took a while for Gracie's breathing to slow down. Images flashed their way into her thoughts. Darkness, glinting metal, red splatters . And after cataloging the random limbs hanging, pooled blood, and the knives in her hand forced her to admit, she wasn't the #victim.
Thomas had learned early on to #verify his kills. This caution was why, when Gabriel X ended up at his home, gun in her hand, Thomas was so surprised. Her eyes glowed a noticeable red, but he still missed that as his attention was focused on the barrel pointed at him.