Faces swarmed my dreams again. My family. Countless infants. Two pairs of cat's eyes, one a grass green and the other an ice blue. 

There was mist and there was darkness. There was blinding light and there was nothing. 

I was floating. I was drowning. I was flying. I was falling.

There was him, that is Angus, and his three wives, that is Envy, Wrath, and Lust. Envy stared at me from afar, refusing to come any closer. Wrath made several attempts to approach me but was stopped. Lust paid me no mind, eyes only for Angus. And he only for her.

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I woke up in a cold sweat. Angus was still asleep.