[all of the action has happened by now. the video cuts on very suddenly to a woman that could be anna. her mouth is transforming into a vicious, toothed beak, while thick, black feathers sprout from her face, her neck, her shoulders. her eyes, and she does have both of them now, are jet black and soulless. if she could think of anything else right now, she would find it funny. her face is bleeding along the edges from where each feather has erupted, and her smile cracks the hard material of her beak before it starts to reform. her shoulders shake and her head lowers like she's trying to laugh, but all she gets out are six words.]
Nevermore, you son of a bitch.
[her omen cuts the feed as The Amaranth's black eyes stare back into john's.]
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2022.07.06
Nevermore, you son of a bitch.
[her omen cuts the feed as The Amaranth's black eyes stare back into john's.]