Chapter 493: A House Is Not A Home
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With purposeful strides, I went into hunting mode. There were things in my house that I didn’t approve of, and there was only one answer for that.
Turning a corner, I found what I was looking for. It stood in the middle of the hallway, hunched and twitching, the creature from the grey realm. Even being pulled into mine, it wasn’t doing so hot. One leg was still dragging, and its arms were still limp at its sides.
However, it wore the shape of the boy again, and I could hear the mother, still in Papa Khaos’ arms, whimper.
However, there was no mistaking exactly what this thing was.
It was an abomination of nature, even by my standards.
Its body flickered like static. The glass button eyes reflected the chandelier light like coins dropped in a well.
"You brought me home," it purred, moving its head like it was looking around its new kingdom. The house, in response, pulsed in agreement, and I could feel the satisfaction come from within the wall.
I guess the house wasn’t kidding when it decided to keep the creature, no matter what.
"I am the wish," it hummed, its vocal cords becoming stronger and stronger the more it spoke.
"No," I replied, not letting the house get a word in. Stepping closer, I stared the creature down. "You’re the disease that got in when my sanctuary stopped asking permission and started doing whatever the fuck it wanted."