She shook it off and desperately tried to stand up, hearing muffled grunts in the distance. Her entire lower half ached, her eyes stung, her sores hurt. She was tired and out of breath, wheezing, desperately trying to take in another breath. It was now evening, and the sun was just starting to go down. It was the only way she felt she could clean herself from all of the nasty thoughts she had after what she had done.Ĭlara circled around the Scalled like her life depended on it, doing it for hours upon hours until her legs eventually gave out on the sixth hour. She was never the same ever since Knoth forced her to murder her children, especially after she began identifying as female, in a desperate attempt to become a mother to all of the rejected children of the Testament. She was bent on ruining the Testament and aiding the birth of what would finally drive Knoth off the edge. This would not be easy, however, as Val didn't give up too easily. All Clara wanted to do was help Blake find his wife. Blake, however, was trying his best to avoid any living beings in this moment. Once she got outside, she immediately began to look for the "Messiah", or Blake. She had to get Laird and Nick out somehow without Laird blabbing to Nick that he should kill her for being a Heretic. She hadn't planned that well, but it seemed that Val was running away on this day. She had that injection Laird refused to take, but she opted to use it when she made her getaway. Clara herself was beginning to get sores on her arms, but was nothing the ointment couldn't fix. because I will be." She smiled up at the gargantuan and patted him on the back, walking out into the fetid atmosphere, rank with syphilis and gonorrhea. "A-alright, you can go wake him now, and tell him I'm outside. As she turned her back to return to Nick, he was right at the doorway, which startled her. She then put gloves on and went in and put the ointment on Laird while he slept. But, he remembered and then allowed Clara to do whatever she needed to do. That thing's a deep sleeper." Nick sat up and stared down at Clara, nearly forgetting how she got in the bed. "Come on, I have to put that stuff on your sores so they go down. The gargantuan opened one eye and grunted. She patted Nick's shoulder, trying to wake him. She was nauseous in a way that felt like something was going to happen, and that something wasn't good. She felt nauseous, but not in a regular way.
She stared at the man next to her, sighing and sitting up. It was a bit late into the day already, and Clara had just awoken from a nightmare. it would probably help if i read the wiki lmao) (Yes, I know that half of this takes place on the same day as Blake's crucifixion, or at least i think it does, i'm not too keen on seeing the testament in the daytime when anything important for this story happens so i have no idea what takes place when.
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