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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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Kiki laughs, a snort escaping. [color=FFF79A]“I’m telling Caden you said that.”[/color] She tells Avery with a mischievous smirk. She can’t keep the expression up though as Avery works the kinks in her back. When he takes his hands away, Kiki is about to pout and ask why when  she turns to see Avery patting the space between his legs.

Warmth colors Kiki’s cheeks and cheeks while she does as Avery bids, sitting gingerly in the spot between his legs. She reminds herself to relax or this wouldn’t do any good for her. [color=FFF79A]“Are there a lot of knots?”[/color] She asks pulling her hair into a messy bun so it’s out of Avery’s way.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Mandarin Oriental Hotel – New York City, New York
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Nero didn’t need to be told twice, they lean their head on Caden’s chest and close their eyes. The memory is almost instantaneous, soon filling all of Nero’s senses. This one is different from the demon memories, much more like Nero is seeing clips of different parts of their life rather than just one scene. 

[i]A steady but firm hand holds Nero’s shoulder. “You will need to act as a boy. Our family is under attack from within. I need a male heir.” Nero nods gravely… 

Nero’s backed into a corner, a handful of boys surrounding them with cruel expressions. “You don’t belong here, runt.” One of the boys say before landing a punch on Nero’s face, the tiny thing clenches their fist, wanting to fight back…[/i]

The next few memories feel more like snapshots of Nero’s life. They attend a wedding, then they’re holding a tiny baby boy, then another baby. Nero starts to feel like they’ve been pushed out of sight. 

[i]“Grab him!” Rough hands capture each of Nero’s arms and they look up as the same boy that punched them looms over them. He’s gotten taller, but is still gangly. “Poor little Leofe Warde.” The boy says in a teasing voice before punching Nero in the stomach. “Let’s show him some manners!” 

The back of Nero’s shirt is torn open and before Nero can struggle anymore, a whip cracks, hittin them squarely in the back. Nero hisses in pain, knowing that it must have surely drawn blood. The boys take turns in who’s holding Nero and who’s cracking the whip, but Nero doesn’t make a sound. It’s not long until the boys grow tired of this game and leave Nero there to bleed. 

A hand reaches down to where Nero lays on the ground, praying that they can die swiftly and without any more pain. The hand is as black as a starless sky, the inkiness fading out as Nero’s eyes stare at this stranger’s hand. [b]“Let me help you, young one. Why die when you can seek revenge?”[/b] Nero lifts their eyes and meets the face of Mundus. 

A scream bubbles up Nero’s throat, wanting to warn the small child not to take his hand, to do anything but take his hand. It’s too late though. Red and black seems to whirl around Nero in a terrifying dance as Mundus grins widely. [b]“You let me know when you’re ready, small one.”[/b] The giant of a man disappears in a blink…[/i]