CHAPTER 6:
INJUSTICE.
Nemesis

I landed infront of him, wings spread wide and tucking back as I looked at the man before me. Was he even a man? I suppose he could be but would be considered dangerous and labeled as a pyscho killer. He looked at me with surprise - perhaps even awe, as I approached him.

"Nemesis," he smiled at me, but I would not fall for it again.

No false kindness, no false happiness - no one could fool me anymore.

"Where is she?" My hand wrapped around his throat, lifting his body and pressing it against the wall.

"Wh-what?" He choked out in a panic.

"Arcadia. My sister. Where is she? I know she's alive and she wasn't in her grave. Where is she?" I repeated, getting in his face as my nose scrunched and my brows furrowed in anger. My nails dug deeper into his neck. But then he pulled a foul grin.

"Is this how you investigate all your guilty parties? If so, I'm jealous."

"Ugh,'' I let him go and he fell, grabbing at his throat while still grinning up at me. I rolled my eyes and looked away in disgust.

"How the tables have turned, Nemesis," he said as he pulled himself up and I crossed my arms.

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't think I liked getting choked. Usually it was me doing that, if you remember, of course."

No.

I'm not doing this.

"Where is she? You're the only other Being with access to the Dream Realm, and Dream hasn't been seen in a hundred years," Even without eyes, The Corinthian has always been the most readable creature to me. Was that because we spent three hundred years together? Because I knew every inch of him, as he knew every inch of me? Maybe. But that was the past.

And finding my sister was my present.

"I know you know."

He sighed, "She's with Dream. Found herself wandering to Roderick Burgess estate, drawn to an unknown source."

"Why didn't you stop her? Wait, why do I even ask? It's not like you ever listened to your Queen," I started to walk away, just letting myself use our blood to track her. It used more energy but it's not like I would run out of it.

She's alive.

After a thousand years, she's alive.

And yet she went to Morpheus.

I have no idea if being dead for so long has effected her memory or if she went to Morpheus because she still loved him. If there's anything history can tell mankind, it is that God's are intense in their love. That Morpheus was one of those who was extreme, and Arcadia was driven by that in loving him as well. It was intense, to be sure, but I knew Morpheus and he's been burned before. So, when he knew he was in deep, he started to pull away. He convinced himself that the partnership they had together was purely for power, and when he told my sweet sister that he did not love her, she vanished. We looked desperately for her but found her dead. We knew it was not Morpheus, for the grief and tears we held were too much to be of a man who killed his wife. The way he held her body close to him, screaming in agony to have her back.

It was true love.

And he lost it.

So, if she is back and returned to him, I wonder. Would Morpheus try again? Try to make things right? Or push her away and convince himself that she deserves more?

"Nemesis, I. . . I just wanted to know if you-"

"What?" I replied, my tone of annoyance as I glanced back at Corinthian. But his expression was one of yearning - one of desperation and pain. I almost regretted snapping at him.

"Good luck. You'll need it."

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Corinthian broke off the engagement because he realized as a creation of the Dreaming, he couldn't be with Nemesis. He told her he never really loved her to keep her away.