Renara



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    Her mouth is full of something. She swallows, unthinking, but it gradually fills up again. It takes her a few tries to realize it is blood. Her right eye is gushing blood.

    Her mom is on the floor in the kitchen. Ragatha stares at her. Her mom’s face is scalded, brilliant red, and portions of it are already bubbling up with blisters. The jamming pot is dented on the floor, the glass jars smashed across the kitchen tile. The gas stove burns merrily away. A shard the length of Ragatha’s pinky finger protrudes from her mom’s throat. She is unmoving. She looks a little like a mannequin.

    My mom is dead, Ragatha thinks, vaguely. It is not particularly believable. My mom is waiting, she thinks, and that seems more fitting.

    Ragatha loses an eye. She has a couple of bigger problems.

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    He spends another twenty minutes staring at his phone before he musters up the courage to call Darla.

    It rings for several minutes. For a moment Bernard thinks he’s gonna get kicked to voicemail, which is exactly the kind of anticlimactic bullshit the universe would drop on him for being anxious about this.

    The phone picks up, a quiet out-of-breath noise in his ear.

    “Hey, dumbass,” Darla’s voice says. “You okay? Tim thinks you’ve been kidnapped.”

    It’s her voice. It’s young and smooth and tripping over the corners of words in the ways a gangly teenager does, and how did she ever sound this young?

    “Bernard?” Darla says, worried.

    Bernard hangs up.

    Post-Cult-of-Dionysus Bernard gets stuck in a time loop of the day Darla Aquista dies, which sucks just, royal balls.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    “We welcome you,” the cultist is saying, breathlessly. “To the mortal realm, oh father of Chaos-”

    Bernard slowly raises his head, meets the cultist’s gaze, and he stutters to a stop. Tim’s breath catches, because Bernard smiles, manic and benevolent and totally devoid of humanity.

    The cultist, shaking with excitement or awe, bows his head. Bernard floats down, and reaches to delicately touch the side of the mask, cupping his face.

    “Stupid animal,” he says, kindly, “Why would I thank you for this?”

    The cultist starts to raise his head, confused.

    It’s not Bernard, says Tim’s brain, even though he already knew that, even though he was putting the pieces together the minute the knife flashed down, even though he shoved the knowledge away because it was unbearable to consider, it’s not Bernard, and it’s only that thought that keeps him from fumbling when vines explode from the cultist’s eyeball.

    At the ritual altar, Bernard gets possessed by Dionysus. Nobody liked that.

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    "We're setting you up with a billet situation," Fletcher continued. "It's pretty common for first-year players, especially international guys. Gives you a chance to settle in, learn the city, have someone looking out for you."

    "Okay," Ilya said slowly, not entirely sure what a billet was, but not wanting to admit his ignorance.

     He could guess from the context – he’d heard of rookies being assigned to live with older single players, veterans who could show them the ropes. Maybe that was what Fletcher meant. Connors maybe, he was probably a handful of years older than Ilya. Or perhaps Becker. Ilya just hoped it was someone who–

    "You'll be staying with Nikolai Petrov and his family."

    The words hit Ilya like a punch to the gut. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

    "Petrov?" he managed, his voice coming out strangled.
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    The Bears decide that Ilya should be set up with a billet for his first season. The idea of spending a year living with a man that Ilya is sure hates him is completely terrifying. And yet, it ends up being the best thing to ever happen to him.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Five times Pyke got hurt protecting someone he cared about and one time someone protected him.

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