OMG THE END.

[agilebrit]

The Won His Soul story has an END at the bottom and came in at 15,266 words. Which gives me about 1400 words on the day.

I will probably add more in edits, because there was a subplot I wanted in there and didn't quite manage.

In celebration, have a snippet:

Leonas's head whipped around as a roaring wail sounded from everywhere and nowhere. That was all the opening Advaiel needed to lunge forward and force him back against the well with their swords crossed. "Come Home, Leo," he said between his teeth. "You're my brother and I love you. I don't want to hurt you." Which seemed a ridiculous statement, considering both of them were slashed open in too many places to count.

"And that--" Leonas also spoke between his teeth. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he plunged it home between Advaiel's ribs. I felt my own heart stop in response. "Is your weakness, Adva."

Advaiel's legs buckled as Leonas twisted the knife and pulled it free with a great gout of blood following. The angel's face was filled with sorrow and resignation both. He suddenly had a dagger of his own buried to the hilt in Leonas's chest. "It doesn't mean I won't."

Leonas gasped in disbelief as the area around the wound turned black and began to dissolve with a foul odor of rot and brimstone. "I didn't--" The blackness expanded, more quickly than I'd have thought possible. "Didn't think you had it in you, little brother." And then all that was left of him was a dissipating puddle of black and smelly ooze on the ground.

"And that was your weakness, and your pride, Leo." Advaiel dropped heavily to his knees. I leaped to his side, and he leaned against me, wings drooping. "Well. I didn't enjoy that much."

Yaaaaaaaay.