Have you ever had someone you loved explode in your arms?
A face that had been peaceful and gentle a moment ago scattered in every direction the next.
The first thing Dorothea felt was warmth.
Warm blood covered her, like Elsa's deep embrace.
The second thing she felt was sweetness.
Blood gathered on her face and trickled down, sliding over her blank expression and into her mouth.
She instinctively pursed her lips, her body actually sucking at it somewhat greedily.
Only afterward did terror and anger pry a crack in her bewilderment and gradually squeeze their way out.
She still held the sideways embracing posture from a moment before, but the warm, soft, smooth body in her arms had turned into a limp mass of mangled flesh.
Dorothea's reason finally surfaced, and she let out a terrified scream.
She had worked so hard for days, only wanting a lovely sleep with Elsa in her arms, yet she had to suffer this fright and torment!
Heavens, why are you treating me this way?
Dorothea's screams turned to whimpers, her heart full of grievance. She was about to get up when she suddenly felt the corpse in her arms wriggle.
Have you ever had a freshly exploded corpse squirm around in your arms?
At any rate, Dorothea wanted no part of it anymore.
Her whimpers immediately turned back into screams!
But halfway through her scream, she heard a voice from her arms: "...Sis?"
Dorothea choked on the Honey Blood flowing down her throat.
Utterly bewildered, Elsa stared at the blood-soaked bed. Blood had sprayed across the wall beside it in a radial pattern, like ketchup squeezed until it burst.
And Dorothea was holding her, covered in blood from head to toe and still shrieking.
"What are you doing..." Elsa looked around, her