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He gasped in pain. There they were before him. He was wrapped in his own shadows on his knees. They forced him into kneeling. It was so tight. The Sankts were doing this to him. Marya, Anastasia, Lizaveta, Petyr, Vladimir, and his grandfather. Ilya Morozova. Was he even considered a Sankt? There were more, but those were the people he recognized the most. He was in a hallway with a red long rug and doors with dark brown wood and golden doorknobs.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" His grandfather asked.

"You did this!" He spat. "You're just as bad as me! You defiled death and now you're here! Among martyrs! I wanted power like you, and yet you are here. Me, a villain, and you, somehow a hero." Morozova sighed.

"You haven't learned your lesson. I have. There is a difference," Morozova gave him a sad smile. "Besides, do you really want to go out there? You may be powerful, but you are but a single Grisha, despite your status as a living amplifier, you cannot create your Nichevo'ya here." His eyes widened. How could that be? What he said implied that his powers worked, so... that meant he should be able to create Nichevo'ya as well.

"How?" He asked.

"Well, Aleksander," Morozova paused. "This is death, neutral, peaceful, nothing, and it is not a place for abominations." Aleksander would've hit him but his own shadows restricted him even more. They knew what he was thinking. He relaxed himself, he felt the bonds loosen, ever so slightly. "You can join the rest of the hotel when you've finally learned your lesson." A hotel?

"We will set you up with a basic room, we've found that being in surroundings that are familiar make it easier to adjust. You can sleep if you want? But it's not required. After all, you don't need to anymore." This was Sankta Lizaveta speaking to him. "Birgit!" She called. She appeared in a blink. She was an apparition of a girl no more 11 years old. If she was even that old. She looked malnourished and small for her age. She had burn scars everywhere. She was burnt at the stake. Aleksander had been alive long enough to know what that looked like. She was blonde and had blue eyes. Aleksander knew the truth, she was a Fjerdan Grisha.

"Come with me," she said. She touched his forehead and the shadows dispersed like black sand being blown away. She must've been a Squaller. What would this little Grisha have been if she wasn't murdered? She probably would've made her way to Ravka and joined the Second Army. Aleksander stood up and look down at Birgit. She seemed to be analyzing him. "Your room is over here." By over here she meant the end of the hallway. The very end. A white door and a cheap looking doorknob. He felt the wood. It felt cheap and uneven. He felt the door next to his. Rich and smooth. Birgit clapped then opened the door. Aleksander looked inside. A bed, a mirror, and a shelf with books on it. He stepped into the room, going straight to the book shelf. He grabbed a book and looked at the cover.

"The Complete History of Alina Starkov! What is this?"

"A book, what else?"

"I mean why is it here? What do they want to do? Upset me?"

"This book is a favorite of Sankta Emilia. She finds some of her choices so frustrating, but ultimately a book worth reading. It's on all the bookshelves, you are not special." Aleksander set the book down and looked in the mirror. He also had some burn marks. Which was weird since he was stabbed and not burned to death. Alina had burned it. Alina, how she had become so worthless. He had to figure out how she became powerless.

"When did you die, young Grisha?" She shrugged.

"I don't remember it's been a long time. I just remember the screams and the smell of burning flesh." She puffed out her cheeks. "Drüskelle did it. Tricked me." Aleksander brushed her blonde hair out of her face.

"Well, Birgit, I won't trick you, i promise you can trust me. I'm like you, not him, so why don't you help me out here and I'll help you in return." Her eyes widened and she rubbed them with her hands.

"Alright... Sasha,"

These troublemakers needed to learn their lessons. He didn't know exactly what they were planning, but he knew that this Kaz Brekker needed to learn his lesson and quickly. He could make him a friend, but that would probably make that sicko happy. And making Brekker happy wasn't on his to-do list. He looked to Birgit, she was sitting in a chair. scowling at the friends. Almost all former drüskelles and some troublemakers. Some were both. They had been kneeling for days. He needed to know why Brekker was here. Brekker felt different, like he was tethered. Something made him hard to touch in the metaphysical sense. Aleksander stepped out from the shadows. The friends eyes' widened and some curled away in fear and some stared him in the face with hard looks in their eyes. One of them was Matthias Helvar.

"Birgit,"

"Yes, Sasha?"

"Get Helvar." Her face perked up and she hopped out of her chair.

"Helvar!" She called with delight in her voice. He wouldn't stand. "Helvar!" He still wouldn't obey. Aleksander extended his shadows to Helvar just shortly stopping before touching him. They looked like spikes. Helvar's eyes widened before quickly reverting back to the hard look in his eyes. Birgit looked back to Aleksander. She had a delighted look on her face. "Oh, Sasha, did you see? He got scared!" Aleksander let the shadows wrap around Helvar. Aleksander was ready for the screams, but they never came. Aleksander saw his face. He was twitching but still holding on. Birgit got behind Helvar and used a very strong gust of wind to fling Helvar towards him. He landed on the ground before him. The shadows dispersed then wrapped him up again.

He gasped. The air escaping his lungs. Birgit smiled at his pain. "Not so tough now!"

"I'll never give you what you want."  Birgit walked over and kicked him.

"Shut up dumb drüskelle!" Aleksander grabbed his chin and made him look him in the eye.

"Tell me about Kaz Brekker." His eyes widened.

"Brekker...?"

"He asked about you, he's planning something. So why don't you tell me what he's planning." Helvar formed a thin line with his lips. He then put a smirk upon his face.

"All you need to know is that he is a Demjin."

"Fine if you won't tell me." He moved his hand and his shadows wrapped even harder. The shadows encased his face and Aleksander started the visions.

XxX

Kaz opened the door and Jordie walked out with Oosterhuis's arms wrapped around his neck. Her face in the crook of his neck and knees positioned around his waist. Jordie was holding them so they wouldn't fall limp. They looked involved, Kaz thought. He didn't want to think about that, but this was part one of the plan.

"I need my cane," he said. Jordie smiled.

"Don't worry, we just need to get down to the lobby." The two of them walked down the hall.

"Let's take the stairs."

"Alright." Jordie opened a door with the stairs sign and let Kaz out first. Jordie whispered too quiet for Kaz to hear it.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," Jordie took a deep breath. "I thought I'd wouldn't have to say that to you for another 70 years, but I'm sorry."

"Jordie—" Kaz turned around and looked him in the eye. It was like looking at himself.

"Seriously. I wasn't good enough for you."

"You were wonderful."

"Sure, but I couldn't give you the life you deserved. I took so many risks and none of them payed off. I watched you in the mirror for about two years, but I couldn't take it anymore after that. I made you what you are and as much as I love you, you are a monster. I got you sick."

"You don't know that we wouldn't have gotten sick if you had gotten a legitimate job."

"But what would've happened wouldn't have been as bad."

"Stop being so sentimental. We don't have time." Jordie looked upset at this. "But I forgive you." Jordie started to talk again. "Listen if you were anyone else I would literally have fucking killed you, but you're my brother and important to the plan, so let's go," the pair descended down the stairs and made it to the lobby. Jordie walked to a corner that Kaz hadn't been. A shop. Well, more like a lost and found and waystation. It looked like it was barely cleaned with tile flooring and toiletries hanging on hooks and shelves and a kiosk with specialty items that looked like things belonging to the dead. A young woman was behind it. A very stereotypical Kaelish girl about 18 with thick, curly, red hair. She smiled at Jordie but realized what was hanging on him. Her large green eyes widened, Jordie motioned to her. She gave a nervous smile. Jordie walked up to her. Kaz couldn't hear her but he knew what she was saying.

"What have you gotten yourself into now?" Again he couldn't hear Jordie, but he couldn't see his lips, so he couldn't make out what he was saying. "Fine, I trust you," she discreetly pointed to the back of the shop with wooden paneling. "There." Jordie turned around.

"Just tell her what you need." Kaz nodded and walked up to her. She had a plaque with her name on it. Sil,

"I need my cane." She nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Kaz Brekker,"

"Ok," she looked behind her and reached down for something. She pulled out his cane. She was about to hand it to him, but her eyes dilated with fright.

"Woah, look what we have here." Kaz turned around with an annoyed look in his face, but he saw what made her so afraid. The Darkling, Birgit... and Matthias. He was all tied up. With a distressed but defiant look on his face. The Darkling looked at the time. "30 seconds before you need to be in your room. No way you could get back upstairs in time. That and you caused quite a scene with Rosalie Oosterhuis. Birgit, I think it's time for Kaz to join our little friend group."

It was safe to say that this wasn't part of the plan.

Hey bitches. (Sorry for the crude language I don't think all of you are bitches) I promised I would write 500 words before my birthday for this chapter. Well. I wrote 1765 words in five days for this chapter (I think this is the longest chapter yet). I would've done it in four but I had a friend come over for New Years so I had to hang out with him instead of writing (that and I had a breakdown where I cried for three hours straight, but I'm better now). It's about 3:30 am where I am so happy new year. My birthday is in a four days including this one. I wrote so fast this time and I am so proud of myself. It's like I have two consistent updates then a month or two break and two updates within a week. Sorry. I'm actually really motivated. This is the tenth official chapter. I had all the other chapters in my drafts so the authors note keeps moving lol.

I can't believe how big this story has gotten. Like I've written fanfiction before this but they got like 300 reads for 17 chapters. But I have over 1k reads. I feel so happy. I started this story after my friend (Sankta Emilia is based off of her it's a reference to what we call each other) sent a prompt to a group chat and I just got inspired, so I wrote it for them. I didn't think anyone would read this. It was for my friends and I to talk about and have fun with. I didn't expect this. Thank you all so much. This story has made 2018 not so bad for me. And I did not have a good year. So thanks again. I love all of you so very much.