The Suicide King Volume 2 by Quil Carter

Though I was instructed to clean this floor once a month, the only chimera allowed to come and go as I pleased, it still attracted dust almost as much as the greywastes did. Ever since Nero’s husband was condemned to live in his confining madness.” I sauntered back into the sunlight-bathed living room, walking through millions of little dust motes that were floating through the air. “I have been taking care of the living dead for thirty years.

I shook my head and motioned for Kiki to pick up the metal spikes I had underneath the sledgehammer. “How – how long have you been planning this?” Kiki asked curiously. The hammer fell to the carpet with a low clunk and I took it from him. Kiki picked up the sledgehammer, but even though a stealth chimera had good muscles on them, he was unable to lift it higher than his waist. It has become quite easy to sneak around and a sledgehammer and several metal spikes are simple to hide in a storage room.” “They’re too busy chasing dark chimeras who hate them, and trying to prevent the northern greywastes from exploding. “No one cares what I do, little one,” I said, with a hint of acid in my words. The room was dark, though the light from the living room had leaked in to cast some sunlight into the darkness. The young chimera ran into the bedroom, covered in boxes and old furniture draped with dust-covered sheets.

“How did you get a sledgehammer in here?” Kiki exclaimed, his facial features quite animated. I opened the door and heard the young chimera gasp when he saw what was inside. I walked to what used to be Garrett’s bedroom and Kiki followed behind me. “How do we do it, Master Sanguine?” Kiki asked eagerly. If only he knew we would be doing so much more by the day’s end. The reality of what was about to happen seemed to be hitting him. Just like that, the nervousness I had been seeing on the young chimera disappeared. He grasped Nero’s hand too and when Nero gripped it firmly the shy smile turned into an excited grin. Kiki walked to me, and for the first time since seeing him, the cicaro himself smiled when he saw Nero’s hand being held firmly in mine.

The Suicide King Volume 2 by Quil Carter