Hey, guys! As promised, the second post for the day is up! Hope you enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

On a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the sea, Kozmotis stood on the top of his wagon, staring at the sea demonically.

"She's out there..." Kozmotis said, quiet and slow.

Eret came out of the wagon from the window and perched on his shoulder, trying his best to keep balance from the fierceness of the wind.

"Yeesh," Eret said, his teeth starting to chatter already, "I'm already getting a chest cold."

"Eret...a question," Kozmotis said.

"I'm getting pneumonia," Eret continued to moan. "I have a fever. Feel my forehead..."

"What do you think is the most humiliating way to die?" Kozmotis continued on, his gaze never breaking from the sea. His eyes lit up as if he just thought of the answer to his own question. Eret was thrown off of his shoulder as he made a sudden turn and leaped off the wagon. Eret followed, his wings flapping furiously against the downpour of the huge raindrops beating down on him.

"Well, my cousin Michael, he was a nice guy and all, but he had some dental problems," Eret said. "You didn't want to watch him eat, let's put it that way..."

Kozmotis stepped into his wagon. As Eret continued to ramble, he moved to the reliquary's cabinet.

"...anyway," Eret continued, "a bunch of other bats were hanging in the belfry - I know, cliche, but there you have it. And Michael, not the brightest bat in the world, decides to hang in the bell. Which was fine for awhile until it started ringing..."

Eret stopped and shivered. "Oooh, what a mess that was..."

Kozmotis, ignoring everything Eret was saying, spoke to the reliquary.

"Show her to me..." he said.

Images, horrifying and frightening, began to spin into a small tornado. Kozmotis threw open the door and the tornado bursted out, streaking across the water.

Kozmotis followed the tornado to the cliff and watched as it disappeared into the horizon of the water.

"Sweet dreams, Elisabeth," he laughed maniacally.