Castle of the Cursed

Chapter 67

Azalea

I expected death to feel colder, but I’m oddly warm, like a soft blanket has been wrapped around my body.

I also thought death would be quieter, but I can hear something.

I think it’s voices: one kind of cackling and the other a deep rumble.

My stomach flips at the sound of that voice.

It reminds me of smooth honey, wrapping around my senses, making me feel safe. It reminds me of home.

I’m happy it’s the last thing I hear before my last bit of consciousness slips away.