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Side Story: What happened to Doll?

Doll flicked her saber to get the blood off of it, her brow pinched. "Next time, I won't be so merciful." She said quietly, the offending demon disintegrating, his blue blood turning to ash. "Very good," Messiah purred. "He should have known better, eating humans is a terrible offense." It was illegal, the abuse and consumation of humans. They could be used for other things though, pleasure, sport, work. Doll did not agree with it, but she could not go against Messiah. After all, if she wanted to keep Christopher alive, she had to play by his rules. Her husband, still a human, his body frozen in time thanks to Messiah's magic, was holed up in Doll's room. He was not allowed to leave it without her company, for fear that a demon might snatch him from her. "You are dismissed," he wore a fox mask over his faceless face, but Doll could hear the smile in his voice.

She nodded, dipping into a curtsey and taking her leave. After the final attack on the Tower Society, Doll had lost everything. Her sisters were assumed dead, her child missing. The only thing she had left was her husband, who was growing antsy over the two hundered years of inaction. She stepped into the hallway that led to her room, stopping in front of a door painted green. There was a sign hand lettered on it in Latin, Do not knock, it scares the plants. With a sigh, Doll pushed the door open. The room was a dream, or at least, to someone like Zinnia evernight. There were plants hanging from the ceiling, a bed with a reading knock, and a large window that allowed plenty of natural light into the room. Pushed into one corner were her supplies, messy to Doll, but organized to the witch. Currently, she was stooped over the cauldron, mixing something that smelled like calalillies and spice.

"Close the door behind you," Zinnia did not look up from her work. "I was wondering if you could cast the spell again?" Doll asked. It had been nearly fifty years since Zinnia's last attempt. She looked no different than the day they had met, witches aged at a crawl, after all. The only thing that grew longer was her hair, which was braided in a messy plait down her back. "I told you already, did I not? If it does not work, it means they are dead." Doll clutched the ribbon in her hands, "please, just one more time," She needed to have hope, she had to. "They're still out there, I can feel it!" Zinnia turned and put down her wooden spoon. "Fine," she sighed, grasping her cane. Now that Azure was a Baroness, she did not have time to take care of Zinnia's excess of mana, it needed to be expelled somehow.

She filled a shallow bowl with water and placed it on the ground. The finding spell was complex, Doll knew. She wordlessly handed over the ribbon, a strand of white hair still attached to it. Zinnia placed it in the bowl and drew the runes around it, having memorized them ages ago in an attempt to find those she, herself had lost. The magical world had disappeared off of the radar completely, even if Zinnia was ever free of Messiah, she could never return home. "Which one does this belong to?" Zinnia asked, Doll's heart thumping in her chest. "Echo, it belongs to Echo." Zinnia nodded and turned back to the bowl, uttering a long incantation. Nothing was happening, as expected. Echo was dead, just as they had expected.

"I'm sorry Doll, but they're gone." Zinnia placed a hand on the elder demon's shoulder. Doll's hands were shaking. "Thank you for trying again," she breathed out a shuddering sigh. Doll had turned away when the water began to glow. "On second thought," Zinnia cleared her throat, she had a faint smile. "It looks as though she simply does not want to be found." Doll whirled around, the bow in the water was spinning wildly. "Echo is-" her breath was caught in her throat. "Echo's alive!" She fell to her knees, watching as the bow began to slow and the glow faded. Tears sprung to her eyes, "she's alive," Zinnia knelt down beside her. She plucked the bow out of the bowl and handed it back to Doll. "It seems your sister is not too keen on being caught."

Doll nodded, Echo had always been like that. Reclusive, she preferred animals and books to people. Still, if Echo was out there, Doll had to find her. She had to confirm with her own eyes that Echo was still alive. "Thank you Zinnia," Doll clasped her hands. She reached into her pockets, pulling out a soul piece. "Take this as thanks," she pressed it into the witch's hand. "Whatever will I do with this?" She asked, curious. "I don't know, but knowing you, you'll find something." Doll was giddy and in her haste, she nearly left Echo's ribbon behind. She scooped up the maroon colored bow and headed to her own room, where her husband was waiting. He was sitting on an armchair beside the fire, despite the fact that it was a spring day. It was always cold in the castle, he claimed.

"Christopher!" Doll attacked him in a flurry of kisses, dotting them across his brow and down his nose, until their lips met. "What has you in such a state?" He asked, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's Echo," she showed him the bow, still wet from the enchantment. "She's alive and we're going to find her."

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