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I think about that for a minute The hellion world? Not the Fallen world? The hellions and the Fallen do look very different ‘They’re not the same species, are they?’
‘The Fallen and the hellions?’ He snorts ‘Don’t let anyone hear you even suggest that Both sides would tear you to pieces and feed your bits to the Consuels came? The hellions are the natives of the Pit?’
‘I doubt they were ood for is causing torture and pain Disgusting little rats They’re even beneath the Consumed, on’t eat them because even without a body, a Fallen refuses to drop that low’
I remember how the hellions tortured both Beliel and his wife, and I can see why he hates theht be two sides to this story
I look around again at the dim basement
There are remnants of shattered pottery, bits of faded cloth, broken metal and wood Someone used to live here A fao
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Beliel tilts his head, listening ‘Open the hatch The other Watchers are co’
I’ the others knohere we are I don’t want them to kill me before Raffe can recruit them
Raffe He should have landed near Beliel, just like irl They’re our best hope for survival’
I hesitate ame up for a trap
Beliel takes the choice out of my hands ‘We’re in here!’
I quietly slide my blade back into her sheath and put the teddy bear on top I can’t fight ht as well try to keep Pooky hidden for now
So B Open up Don’t be shy’
The wood rattles
‘You want to live, little angel slayer?’ Beliel nods toward the hatchway ‘They’re your best chance’
I could be stubborn and wait until they force it open But what’s the point? I reluctantly walk up the stone steps and open the hatch
The Watchers pour in, filling the s around
‘Maybe we can relax here for a few seconds,’ says Little B
‘Oops, ti his hand on Little B’s shoulder ‘Back to being tense and hunted’
The rest just scan the roo in as they walk into the hovel
More than a dozen Watchers crowd into the space Soainst the wall, closing their eyes like they haven’t rested in years No one talks No one fidgets They just rest as if they’re sure they won’t get another chance for several more years
A loud thunk on the hatch interrupts the quiet