With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

Descent is created by Ataraxia, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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It was probably way past afternoon when Alastor jolted awake from his impromptu nap judging by the colors of the setting sun streaked across the walls, making the room look darker than it has any right to.


For a moment, Alastor wondered what woke him up in the first place... only to see William Veil staring down at him with a look on his face that practically says, dude, you're still here? Why are you still here?


"Hi...?" Alastor offers, his voice still thick with sleep. He couldn't help but be cautious because he was sure he's treading on uncharted waters right now, especially without Winters to make the situation a lot less awkward as he sits up properly on the chaise lounge he had been lying on for what seemed to be like hours on end, "Didn't see you around earlier?"


Chapter 49: The Beginning of the End (part 1)