Tag "PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" - Works and Original stories

Dante and the Sinners are on a mission in La Manchaland. Meanwhile, Vergilius and Charon are sitting in Mephistopheles. They have a brief conversation about where they would like to go with the Sinners in the future.

A drifting station orbits a dead star, its corridors humming with memories that don’t belong to the living. Aren arrives in silence; Cael arrives in chains. Both carry emotions the station was built to erase. But when their paths cross, the lights flicker, the metal trembles, and something ancient stirs—watching, waiting, echoing their names as if it has been expecting them all along.

"Burn it. So that no one will ever again be able to create a flame alchemist." Riza stands by the half-open window. The light curtains lift and swell in the draft, as if breathing. From the garden drifts the heavy, humid scent of summer and the fresh smell of cut grass. Roy can’t see Riza’s face, but he can hear the fear in her voice. Her elegant back is bare, her arms are crossed over her shoulders, fingers clutching her thin skin, kneading it in restless anticipation.