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“If I remember correctly, most of those rumors about you were spot-on,” I smirked at Lucilla, “and you used to relish reading them. What changed?” “I lost the taste for them.” Lucilla grimaced, realizing I’d caught her lie. She put her hand on my pussy shoulder and guided me to stop, letting Freydis walk out of earshot. “What is it?” I whispered, “Why does everyone seem to recognize Freydis?” “It looks like Flora was right about Freydis’s daughter,” Lucilla whispered back, “she didn’t find The Earth Former.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Lucilla looked over her shoulder, seeing that Freydis had stopped, and was waiting for us with her hands resting impatiently on her hips. “The reason everyone thinks Freydis is this ‘Angel’ person,” Lucilla whispered, “is because there’s a Valkyrie in Drastin who goes by the name of ‘Angel.’ Do you know about The Pit?” “Yes.” I replied, shuddering silently at the thought of that sinful place. I would be giving the infamous arena a wide berth once we got to Drastin. “Well, this Angel is supposed to be the next big thing,” Lucilla said, “I mean, she was on every page of that tabloid. blonde What she’s wearing, what she’s eating, who she’s fucking…” “Who she’s fu… having sex with?” I hissed, “Valkyries don’t sleep around!” “Well, this one does,” Lucilla grinned, “not only does this ‘Angel’ fight in The Pit, but she performs daily sex acts in a brothel, and not the vanilla kind. Oh, goddamn it; you just have to see.” Lucilla looked over her shoulder and called to the frustrated Valkyrie, “Freydis, hold up a second, Ok?” Lucilla rushed over to the newspaper booth and procured another copy, before excitedly running back over to me. The audacity Lucilla had to pretend she didn’t care about celebrity gossip was laughable; she lived for it. “Ok, full disclosure, I didn’t want you to see this before because you’re on the cover.” Lucilla whispered excitedly. She showed me the illustration, and it was blessedly erroneous. I took the interracial leaflet from her and paged through the articles about me, frowning at the inaccuracies and gasping at some of the claims. Apparently, I was an assassin sent from an underworld cult of religious fanatics. I duel-wielded a set of holy staffs, performed exorcisms before I murdered my victims, and was on a mission to purge the elven aristocracy for killing my parents. There wasn’t anything about my exploits in Arbortus, though I doubted many people in the world knew about Passion, or her womb. “Yeah, I like their story better,” Lucilla sniggered at me, “though the drawing’s a little off. I think it’s missing something…” I glowered at Lucilla, and she hurriedly turned the pages to the sections about Angel. There was no doubt about it; that was Freydis’s daughter. Clearly, someone had a lot of time to draw Astrid, and not in flattering positions. I didn’t know tabloids black doubled as hardcore-porno mags in Drastin, but apparently, they did. I instinctively covered Diamond’s eyes as she peered over my shoulder, and I flipped to the next page. “That’s her manager, ‘Night Eyes,’” Lucilla said, pointing to the portrait of the white-haired nymph, her eyes black like Passion’s had been purple, “and they call that woman, ‘Death Kiss,’” she said, pointing to the succubus. “What?!” a voice threesome hissed from behind us. We turned around to see Flora’s face twisted in alarm, “Did you say, ‘Death Kiss?’” “Yeah,” Lucilla said, raising an eyebrow as she handed Flora the tabloid, “you know her?” Flora didn’t answer, because Flora almost fainted. Her green complexion grew ashen, her lips quivered, and her hands trembled as though stricken with Parkinson’s. 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