Editing Fallen from Grace (section)

=Side Stories/Arcs=
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===Feeding the Soul===
Agony gripped T’riss’ entire body as the latest round of painful throbs rocketed down her spine. It had been eight months since her last feeding, and her body was beginning to revolt against having to once again endure the ravages that came with the passage of time. Her spirit stone had helped somewhat, eliminating the visits from the terrible daemon that used to visit her in her dreams. Still, as she writhed about, T’riss found herself wondering if it would be less painful to rip off her own arm before beating her brains out with it. 

All the while, Adeon stayed by her bedside, doing his best to offer what little aid he could. She had, of course, warned him this might happen when they had landed on Quor, but that didn’t make it any easier to endure seeing his lover in such discomfort. He had offered multiple times to let her take his soul, only to have various objects thrown at him in response. This left Adeon with little to do, other than offer his moral support as T’riss battled through the symptoms of her withdrawal. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but he wasn’t about to let her deal with this on her own.

Two days later, her fever finally broke, bringing a wave relief over T’riss as she managed to drift into a restless slumber. A clap of thunder woke her some time later, the room around her a myriad of shadows accented by the flashes of lightning outside. Next to her was Adeon, sitting in a chair with his upper body slumped onto the bed. He had only left her side twice during the entire affair, and now he was fast asleep getting some much needed rest. Smiling weakly, T’riss reached out and stroked the hair from his face, a sense of warmth growing in her heart as she did. It couldn’t have been easy for him, to sit there helpless as she fought against her own blood, but that just made her love him all the more. 

When Adeon awoke, the strange cries of the local fauna outside signified that the thunderstorm had passed. Quor’s weather was highly unpredictable at times, and it had taken months to finally build a shelter that could withstand the elements. Still, as he yawned and straightened up, he realized with a start that T’riss was no longer in their bed. Worried, he began combing their home, eventually finding her in the kitchen. There, she was preparing breakfast, humming gleefully with the aura of a happy housewife. A sense of admiration came over Adeon as he silently took his normal seat at the dining room table, not wanting to disturb T’riss, despite the fact she was a terrible cook.

With her abnormal, above-human hearing, she knew he was there as the quiet sound of the chair legs scrapping against the wooden floor reached her ears. Beaming, T’riss finished up the stew she had been working on, pouring it into two bowls before joining Adeon. “Well, go on, tell me what you think,” she said, motioning for him to take the first taste. He hesitated, eyeing the black, bubbling liquid before him. The last time he had tried her cooking, his colon had rebelled against him for weeks. Yet, as he took the first sip apprehensively, Adeon found himself surprised. It was actually quite delicious, and soon he found himself slurping the bowl clean to sate his hunger. Placing it back down on the table, he came to realize T’riss was avoiding his gaze, blushing profusely. 

“That was…delicious, T’riss,” he offered, reaching out to place his hand on hers. Grinning, yet still not meeting his eyes, she nodded, “I…got some help from the exodites. They showed me how to properly combine the ferrgus root into…” Before she could finish the thought, T’riss found her lips being met with Adeon’s. Drawing back, he smiled, tapping her lightly on the nose, “I don’t really deserve ya, do I?” A moment of silence passed, then T’riss returned a kiss of her own before replying, “No, my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you.” Staring at one another in deep admiration, the pair then passed the rest of the day in the throws of their collective passions before tending to the crops in the evening. Such was their new lives, a mixture of pleasure and hard work that left both hardly believing it was real.

===50 Souls of Pain===

“There’s no way he has two of them!” Nydia argued, taking the book from Mist as the twins poured through its’ contents. Soon, they resumed their incessant giggling with each turn of the pages, prompting T’riss to poke her head into their room. “What’s all this about then?” she asked, causing the girls to nearly leap out of their skins in surprise as they scrambled to hide the novel. “N…Nothing mom!” came Mist’s hasty reply, who cringed as T’riss’ eyes narrowed. Striding over, T’riss reached beneath the pillow to remove a book bound in gray, her children recoiling as her eyes roved over the dust jacket.

“Who gave you this?” came T’riss’ reply, voice laden with a deadly sort of venom. Nydia steeled herself, then answered, “It was one of the Harlequins, they said it was a favorite of the Exodites.” Sighing, T’riss shook her head, walking from the room in mock disgust. “You’re lucky I found this out before your father did. I expect twenty laps around the farm and for the temple to be spotless by dinner.” The twins knew better than to complain, but their spirits raised as their mother added, almost as an afterthought, “…taming a savage primate through her loins? Who could believe such drivel.”