I see dead people. 

But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special. 

For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.

Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living. 

Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit. 

My gift is granting wishes. 

I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price. 

I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness. 

But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.

I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything. 

After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.

My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.

My name is Hattie, welcome to my world. 

Would you like a cup of tea?

It didn't feel like fire. It didn't feel like thunder or divine revelation. There were no golden beams of light. No crackling magic. No voices from the heavens whispering that I was finally complete.


But that moment, when our bodies were connected as one. When Gluttony's soul shard settled into me, it felt like I could finally breathe.


When you live with something so long, you tend to forget about it. If you are always in pain, after a while, you learn to ignore it. I never understood just how incomplete I was until I was finally whole.


Thanks to Beau, the final piece of the puzzle had slipped into place, and after 11,000 years, my soul was complete.


The bonus was that I didn't even have to kill him for it to happen. Out of all the options that I had been given; remaining crazy, forcefully taking back his shard, merging our souls together, and everyone dying in a grand reset… I was glad that he offered up that piece of himself to me.


Chapter 511 - The Final Piece of the Puzzle