The world bent, and they were gone.
"Cool." Amon muttered as four unmoving bodies hit the ground right where the four had been standing.
Four of the Followers that had been used to create the Golem. Their eyes were wide open and violet, stuck in an extremely powerful trance that left them paralysed, and unconscious of their surroundings. Their souls and senses were connected to the Golem.
Levia turned to him at once, cheeks warm, eyes liquid, and eyelashes fluttering.
"Does this mean," she asked softly as she stepped closer, "that we can kiss some more now that we're alone?"
Amon smirked and turned towards the bodies that had just appeared.
"Hm… Once I'm done with a couple of things, maybe." He said as he lay a hand around Levia's waist. "Business first, then pleasure."
"Okay." Levia nodded obediently, and followed his lead as he started walking towards the four bodies.
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