New management

"I-i am Ora, but I think you already know that." I heard Ora say with a stutter, clearly excited with the whole development. To my surprise it was followed by a period of deafening silence.

"Sir Alathier. Is something wrong with your face?"

"Please. Give me just one more minute with this hand mirror here, okay? While I always have my lovely crimson cloak and friendly personality, some other things get lost in the translation when I hop universes."

Ora let out an acknowledging hum while I let out an unhappy whimper. I will have to act like a chair for a while, won't I?

"Hmm~ Looks like it's cyan eyes and amethyst hair this time. I wonder sometimes why is it always combination of cyan, purple and white but I admit that any of these three fit me pretty well."

"They certainly do!" Ora sounded honest. She seemed to enjoy the exchange, happier than she ever was so far, no hypnosis app required. I wanted to be happy along with her but...

It stung. The thought that she was more cheerful with a complete stranger than me. I wasn't crying... I was just-

Why?! Why now and why this?! Why out all of the things so far, this thought was the one that got me hard? What an embarrassment... I was so glad that I was getting completely ignored so far.

"This is so fucked."

Both me and Ora react with a surprise, chill filling the air.

"Any problem, Sir?"

"Actually there is one. You see.. I have just killed Evan."

I fell silent, not finding proper words for the shock and horror I felt felt.

"W-what? What do you mean?" Ora sounded as shocked as I was.

"I killed him, plain and simple. Welcome to hell proper Evan. I couldn't help myself you know? Seeing you have your twisted fun in your dying brain, always slithering away the moment things weren't in your taste. It's not your show any more, dear."

I let out a terrified cry as I felt hand wrap around my balls, giving them a soft squeeze.

"I can respect the bizarre taste. I know I did my share But suicide? You break someone in and you can't fucking own it, you cowardly bitch?!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" I completely forgot about the order I received, trying to bark out some justification for what I did. A tug on my balls while not painful, did get a point across, making me shut up.

"And you dragged your sister off the cliff with you.. You really are a sore loser, aren't you?"