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Amara's Evil Timeline
🕑 Added 2025-10-17 17:00:18 +0000 UTC(Content Warning: Death, Mind Control)
— — — — —
Amara’s blood raced, fire coursing through her veins. There was freedom in her movements, true freedom that only came from complete abandonment of pretense, and her thoughts were fixated on stopping Vee.
I can't go to Hell. I don't belong there! I WON'T LET HER!
She barely registered what was happening, as her instincts had long ago taken control. She hardly even felt the dozens of scratches that covered her body.
Pain.
The heat felt incredible, she'd never felt so at home.
Fire.
Something wet covered her fists.
Blood, fresh.
Her vision was blurred, not from injury or holy magic, but from overwhelming rage. Everything was red, and she could feel her hatred reflected in the flames that consumed the building around her.
"Amara... please..."
Her heart skipped a beat.
No. Something's not right.
Amara shook her head, doing everything in her power to stop, to pull herself back to her senses. Her body, acting purely on instinct, failed to recognize her commands for just a moment, and she lashed out one final time before she finally wrested control of her body away from her instincts.
When she finally looked down, a horrible scene lay waiting for her.
She was sitting on top of Vee, pinning her down. Her hands had warped into a twisted parody of themselves, blackened bone claws pushing into Vee's neck, drawing blood. Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that poured from a deep cut on her brow.
Her face was empty, her eyes dull and lifeless.
Amara let go, horrified at her actions. She stood up, tripping over herself and falling to the ground. Tears sprang from her eyes, and she crawled next to Vee’s motionless body.
“Please, please, no, this isn’t happening!” Amara cried. “Vee! VEE!! WAKE UP, PLEASE!!!”
Her cries fell on deaf ears. In her desperation, she pulled Vee into her lap, begging and pleading with anything and everything that Vee would suddenly come to. Her tears fell from her face, splashing away the blood on Vee’s brow, yet nothing happened.
The house around Amara cracked and shifted. Flames consumed the rafters, the walls, and the loft above her began to falter. A massive snap filled her ears, and she knew she only had seconds left to escape before the Palace collapsed around her. In that final moment, Vee’s body felt impossibly heavy, and Amara was forced to leap away from the burning wreckage without her.
Vee’s body disappeared underneath the collapsed loft, and Amara ran. She smashed through the exit of the Palace, and with the smoke of the building masking her presence, she took to the skies.
The hot air from the fire pushed her skyward, and the wind filled her wings as she fled, the open sky welcoming her for the very first time. The sirens of the emergency vehicles seemed to follow her, drowning out her thoughts as she desperately tried to flee from what had just transpired.
She was having trouble thinking straight, her mind replaying past conversations and thoughts.
"You don't understand, Nick. I was itching for an excuse to hurt him."
"Demons are fucking terrifying. Every instinct in my body is telling me to run, that I shouldn't have freed you."
Without even realizing it, Amara found herself descending onto the roof of her apartment complex. She crashed shoulder first into the gravel, skidding to a halt as her tears finally appeared. They ran down her face, cutting through the soot as she screamed up into the sky. She curled into herself, grabbing her knees as her tail wrapped around them, and wept.
What have I done?
— — —
Two Weeks Later
Amara sighed in relief as she approached Mr. Luxnor’s office. Most classes had already started by now, which meant the halls were devoid of students. Once she confirmed that no one else was taking advantage of office hours, she flicked her phone’s selfie camera on for one final inspection.
Deep, emerald green eyes stared back at her behind a curtain of bright red hair. Her makeup was the perfect mix of slutty and sexy, though she added a bit more lipstick just to be safe. It had been a stroke of luck to discover that Mr. Luxnor was sleeping with Kylie, and given Amara’s unique skill set, this was the perfect chance to get to the bottom of the strange cult operating in the shadows of the campus. With a deep breath, she looked to her side to make a final check with Tessa.
“How do I look?” Amara asked.
“So perfect it’s a little creepy,” the witch admitted. “I’ll keep the hallway clear; you just get what we need.”
“Great. Hopefully I won’t be long!”
Swallowing nervously, Amara approached Mr. Luxnor’s office and carefully crept inside, doing her best to impersonate her classmate’s voice.
“Professor?” she asked.
Mr. Luxnor looked up, clearly surprised by her arrival. “Ms. Donoghue? What brings you by at this hour?”
Up close, Amara finally got a good look at the professor. He clearly thought highly of himself, as he exuded an aura of effortless confidence that Amara found insulting. Any other student would think him young and attractive, though Amara knew the truth.
What kind of scum sleeps with a student?
She closed the door behind her, silently looking back at Mr. Luxnor and winking before dropping her jacket to the floor. The teacher’s eyes went wide as he saw her outfit: a plaid, red skirt that sat high on her hips, exposing the luscious curves of her ass, along with a thin, white button-up shirt that accentuated her full tits. As she turned to face him, she lowered her voice slightly before crawling up onto the desk.
“I just want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Professor,” Amara whispered. Potent arousal filled her senses, proof that her confidence was turning him on, and she smiled in anticipation.
“K-Kylie, I… I thought we agreed to only meet once every week or two, what if someone finds out?” the teacher stammered.
Leaning over the desk, Amara pushed a finger to his lips and playfully shushed him. “There’s no one outside, Mr. Luxnor. We’re all alone, and I want to show you just how much our little arrangement means to me. You’ll let me do that, won’t you?” Amara said, sarcastically pouting as she licked her lips.
Mr. Luxnor nodded enthusiastically, though was unable to muster a response. Instead, Amara leaned in and kissed him, crawling into his lap and eagerly grinding against his hardening cock. She took a deep breath, inhaling his aura and appreciating the strength it gave her, before she slid down to her knees. There, after staring up at the teacher with lust-drunk eyes, she undid his pants and pulled his cock out, swallowing the entire thing down to its base in one single motion.
His gasps of pleasure were music to her ears, and she refused to give him time to catch his breath. She knew what she needed, and pushing him further into depravity would only make her job easier. Her mouth slid up and down his slick shaft, her hands groped and pawed at his muscular body before ultimately reaching to undo his shirt.
Minutes passed before Mr. Luxnor’s control started to wane, and Amara found herself impressed at his stamina. As he slowly turned to putty in her hands, she pulled her mouth off his cock at the last possible second, forcing him back from the edge. He looked down at her, seemingly distraught over her choice to stop, and she returned his pleading look with a seductive grin. She stood up, pushing their lips together again as she reached between her legs, pulling her thong to the side just as she straddled his lap. Positioning her moist pussy over Mr. Luxnor’s cock, she stared deep into her eyes and whispered, “Beg for it.”
“Fuck, Kylie, I’ve never seen you like this before!” he stammered. “Please, fuck me! Show me what I’ve been missing!”
A girl could get used to this…
Without further hesitation, Amara sank down onto the teacher’s cock. He nearly gasped aloud, potentially alerting anyone that might be in the hallway, but thankfully Amara read his intentions and shut him up by kissing him again. She fell into a steady rhythm, bouncing her hips up and down as she fucked him, bringing him closer and closer to that same edge he’d been at earlier.
She wasn’t here for his pleasure, however. She needed to know more about this cult of his, and Tessa had given her the perfect idea.
“If I had your powers, I’d only need 5 minutes alone with him and we’d get all the answers we wanted.”
Amara paid careful attention to his arousal, watching intently for the impending signs of orgasm. She knew from experience that most people had a point of no return, and she brought him closer and closer to that precipice before starting the next phase of her plan. As his arousal started to swell, and the energy coursing through her veins intensified, she began stripping away her disguise. Her tail reappeared, then her wings, and finally her horns. Her eyes reverted to their usual amber glow, and her body shifted as she stared deep into Mr. Luxnor’s eyes. Her pussy tingled with excitement as it massaged his cock on its own, unnatural demonic tremors pushing him over the edge despite the terror now appearing in his eyes.
“W-what are you?!” he gasped, his body betraying him.
His cock twitched, shooting load after load of cum into her, and she seized his aura tight as she pushed him even harder into his chair. “I’m your worst nightmare, Garrett. Tell me where your cult is meeting and I’ll consider sparing you!”
“Fuck!” he shouted, his knuckles tight as he struggled against the orgasm racing through him. “Next Sunday! 3 AM!”
Perfect.
She had what she wanted, but as she prepared to release her hold on Mr. Luxnor, she hesitated. Looking down at the teacher, a familiar rage boiled inside her, fury at how brazenly he’d abused his position to manipulate a student.
Why shouldn’t he pay?
His aura, the gateway to his arousal, shimmered and pulsed as she reached deeper. Pushing her limits, she found layers of pleasure that she’d never felt before, a wellspring of power that now lay exposed for her to take as she wanted. Reaching in, she grabbed the source, the white-hot center of Mr. Luxnor’s orgasm. It felt like grabbing a lightning rod in the middle of a storm, and a second wave of pleasure crashed into her, nearly smothering her with its totality.
Isn’t it their fault Vee died? If they hadn’t been fucking with the circles, I never would have left the house. Derek never would have found me, and I never would have accidentally framed Vee for assault.
As another orgasm gripped the teacher, Amara broke through the surface of the energy surrounding her. She clawed above it, wrangling it into submission before feeding it to her inner fire, and her body shuddered with potential.
Beneath her, Mr. Luxnor gasped in surprise. A twisted mixture of pleasure and exhaustion overtook him, and his face grew pale as Amara fed directly from the source of his pleasure. The tension in his body faded, as there was no longer strength enough to fight back. As the seconds ticked on, and his unexpected second orgasm faded, his body slackened beneath her. His breathing slowed, not fading entirely, but certainly exhausted beyond normal means.
Amara crawled off the teacher, flames flickering in the corners of her eyes, and she spoke. “If I see you at that meeting, you’re dead. If I hear that you’ve squealed, I’ll hunt you down and finish what I started. Understand?”
Mr. Luxnor took a slow, rasping breath. “Y-yes. I understand,” he whispered, his voice shaking with fear.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Amara dismissed her true form and pulled her coat back on. When she opened the door, she was thankful to only see Tessa, standing watch as promised. “They’re meeting next Sunday, three in the morning.”
“Fuck yeah, way to go!” Tessa said. She leaned past Amara, briefly looking into the teacher’s office to see the aftermath of Amara’s interrogation. As she did, her eyes went wide, and she silently gasped at seeing the drained form of Mr. Luxnor. “Fucking Hell, Amara, what did you do?” Tessa asked.
“Nothing he didn’t deserve,” Amara muttered.
— — —
Next Sunday
Several hours after the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Amara was happily relaxing on the couch. She rested her head in Tessa’s lap, and some generic action movie was playing on the TV. The two of them had just finished dinner, and were slowly preparing for the main event of the night: Amara’s infiltration of the secret cult meeting. It was of utmost importance that she be well-fed, as no one knew what to expect from Mr. Wellington.
Amara hadn’t fucked Tessa in a while, and was eager for a change in pace after spending so much time with Nick. Strangely, despite her predictably vibrant aura, Tessa herself seemed unusually pensive today. Amara regularly caught her staring off into the distance, or hesitating briefly whenever Amara flaunted her tail and curves.
After finishing the movie, and inviting Tessa to the bedroom, her hesitation finally became clear as she spoke her mind.
“What exactly did you do to Mr. Luxnor?” Tessa asked.
After spending the night assuming that Tessa had simply been worried about Amara’s infiltration, the news that she was thinking of something else entirely caught Amara by surprise. “Exactly what you asked me to, Tess. I used my powers to get the information we needed.”
Tessa shook her head. “No, I meant… he looked so gaunt after you left. Like you’d taken something from him.”
“Wait, are you worried about that happening to you?” Amara asked.
“Well, I…” Tessa hesitated. “Maybe a little? We don’t know what the long-term effects of your feeding are. I mean, you are a succubus.”
“I promise you, Tess, you’re completely safe,” Amara whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her friend’s ear. “When I fed on him, I purposely reached deeper than was necessary. It was the only way to make sure he wasn’t lying, and by scaring him so much I made sure that he won’t rat us out.”
“Right… yeah… He totally deserved it. I mean, sleeping with Kylie? Blech,” Tessa said, nodding slowly. She almost seemed to be in conversation with herself, hoping to find the right argument that assuaged her fears.
“I’ll tell you what,” Amara said, standing up off the couch. She reached for Tessa’s hands, helping her to her feet, then continued. “You head into the bedroom, get comfortable, and I’ll take a minute to clean up in here. Whenever you’re feeling ready, we can have some fun. If you’d rather sit tonight out, though, that’s perfectly fine! I can call up Nick, I know he’s free.”
Amara’s last words seemed to cheer Tessa up, and when she nodded again, she did so with much more enthusiasm. “Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute, and I’ll be back to normal! Sorry, I didn’t mean to… never mind.”
With a faint smile, Amara smacked Tessa on the ass with her tail as she watched her walk away. Tessa jumped away, laughing all the while, before walking into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. Now alone, Amara’s smile faded, and she began pacing back and forth across the carpeted living room.
I’ve never seen Tessa like this before. She was so… quiet. Nervous.
“She’s afraid of you,” a voice muttered from behind Amara.
Flinching in surprise, Amara spun on her heel. She summoned her chitinous gauntlets, encased them in hellfire, and coiled her nerves in preparation for a fight. What she saw, however, drained the color from her face and the fire from her eyes.
Sitting on the couch, with perfect posture and ragged, soot-covered hair, was Vee. Her dull, lifeless eyes were framed with thick streaks of dried blood, and small patches of burnt flesh peeked out from underneath her scorched, tattered clothes. Other than the blood, the only coloration that broke through her pallid visage were the thick bruises around her neck, positioned exactly where Amara had grabbed her.
“Why shouldn’t she be?” Vee asked. “You’re a monster. You killed me.”
“I was defending myself!” Amara hissed.
“I knew you were a threat, and I was right. Who’s next, Amara? How long is it before Tessa realizes what you truly are and tries to stop you? Are you going to kill her next?”
“Never! Tessa’s my friend!” Pain shot through Amara’s head, and she stumbled as images from Halloween flashed through her mind. The look of horror on Vee’s face, the pained gasps that left her body as she pleaded for mercy.
“And I wasn’t?” Vee asked, her head falling limply to the side in a vague mockery of inquisition. “Face it, Amara. You destroy everything you touch.”
“No. No! I’ll keep her safe!” Amara fell to the floor, gripping her head in terror as she tried to shut out Vee’s words. “She can’t… she can’t be afraid of me. If it ever comes to that, she’ll try to fight me, and then…” She looked up at Vee instead of finishing her thought. “We have to stay together. She needs to see that I’m right, that I’m doing this for her, for all of us…”
From the other room, a voice called out from behind a soft veil of music. “Amara! Get that tail in here already!” Tessa shouted.
When Amara looked back to the couch, Vee was nowhere to be seen. Her heart pounding in her head, she tried to force her fear down as she stood up. She walked towards the bedroom, masked her panic as best she could, and eagerly pinned Tessa to the bed in preparation of their fucking.
Tessa’s brief moment of rest had completely rejuvenated her spirit, and even her aura to a small extent. The arousal flooded into Amara’s body as she started feeding, and she happily kissed every inch of Tessa’s body while she inched further and further down. Between Amara’s tail and Tessa’s magic, they had each other naked within minutes of starting, and Amara opted to start the fun by slinking between Tessa’s legs and eating her out. Despite how loudly Tessa gasped and moaned with pleasure, however, Amara’s thoughts were entirely preoccupied with Vee’s words.
“You’re a monster. You killed me. How long is it before Tessa realizes what you truly are?”
At Tessa’s urging, Amara replaced her tongue with her tail, sliding it deep into Tessa’s aching pussy as her focus drifted back and forth.
The moment she begins to fear me, she’s as good as dead.
I can’t let that happen.
Determination set in, unshakable resolve to keep her friends alive. Vee’s life had been lost because she’d picked a fight with Amara, so if there was a way to ensure that never happened again, Amara could prevent any more tragedies.
Already connected to Tessa’s aura, Amara began exploring. The last time she did this, it was for the express purpose of taking more, feeding deeper to scare Mr. Luxnor into inaction. Here, however, she desperately wanted to keep Tessa safe, and took great care not to feed any more than usual. Even better, Tessa’s exceptionally bright aura made this process much easier than it might have been with someone else.
Inside her friend’s arousal, she saw flickers of her own aura. This was nothing new, she’d been seeing shades of her demonic presence in other people ever since Halloween, but seeing their presence again gave Amara an idea. Cautiously avoiding the core of Tessa’s arousal, Amara reached for the reflections of herself present in the witch’s aura.
Those reflections eagerly flickered at her touch, overjoyed at being reunited with her, and that excitement emboldened her. She pushed more of herself into those dull embers, breathing new life into them until they became proper extensions of her true self. As the newfound warmth nestled comfortably into Tessa’s aura, it began to seem more and more like a perfectly natural addition to the witch’s arousal. After all, Amara hadn’t changed anything, she’d simply given Tessa more of what she wanted.
Hadn’t she?
When Tessa came, she did so with rapturous joy. Her aura sang brighter than ever, with Amara’s stronger presence pushing her to more and more ecstatic heights. Amara was equally overjoyed; not only had she proven that she wasn’t a threat to Tessa, she’d even given her something in return.
Once they finished, Amara carefully pulled her tail out of Tessa’s soaking cunt. One last shudder of pleasure surged through her, then she took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look up at Amara.
“See?” Amara whispered, stroking Tessa’s cheek as they stared into each other’s eyes. “Nothing to worry about. I’ll always keep you safe.”
Tessa nodded slowly, and for a brief moment, Amara saw flickers of her own hellfire in the backs of her friend’s eyes. “Of course… nothing to worry about. You’ll always keep me safe,” Tessa muttered. Although her tone of voice seemed suspiciously similar to Amara’s own, she didn’t care. Tessa was safe, and that’s what mattered.
— — —
Amara’s body seized with pain, an agonizing torrent of hellfire surrounding her. She let out a piercing scream, her hands grabbing her head as she tried to block out the pain, when she felt a terrible lurching sensation. It felt like falling, catapulting through space at impossible speeds while also crashing through imperceptible waves of an unknowable liquid. When the spinning stopped, and the flames subsided, she found herself on her hands and knees, panting heavily. Every fiber of her body screamed with pain and exhaustion, which didn’t make sense. She’d just spent an hour with Tessa and Nick, fucking them senseless while feeding on her every desire; how could she be this tired already?
Summoning all her strength, she forced herself to raise her head and look around. She was in a small, dark room, only lit with a series of candles on the floor. She noticed four shapes, all wearing dark cloaks, and one of them began to talk as Amara began moving.
“So nice of you to join us, Amara.”
She recognized that voice, it was far too smug to forget: Sebastian Wellington. She glared at him, her eyes trying and failing to manifest hellfire as her anger grew. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
Sebastian smirked, and a pretentious laugh filled the small room. “I’d heard you were impulsive, but trying to take down this entire operation by yourself? You left so much blood down here I probably could have drawn this entire circle in it. As frustrating as it was that you got away, you’re here now, and that’s what matters.” He tossed aside a small towel covered in her blood, and a sickening realization overtook Amara.
Without a second thought, Amara leaped at Sebastian, desperate to stop him from using her blood to further bind her. She only made it a few feet before colliding with an invisible wall, one that felt all too familiar. Beneath her, she saw a series of runes and sigils that thrummed with magical power. She was trapped in another circle, and now the cult had her blood. Were they planning on enslaving her? The thought was sickening, and she threw herself at the barrier a second time, hoping to break through.
“You fucker! Give that back!” Amara screamed. She continued attacking, but immediately felt the limits of her weakened body.
“Amara, stop,” Sebastian said. As his words filled the chamber, a powerful urge to obey his command surged through Amara. Without thinking, she ceased her assault on the barrier, doing exactly what the cult leader wanted.
Shit, this is exactly what Brandon tried to do last time.
Looking around, Amara saw several other shapes in the room with her. They soon introduced themselves as young members of the cult, and sure enough, Brandon was among them. Wellington was planning on handing Amara over on a silver platter, but already a plan had started forming in her head.
I’ve broken out of these circles before, and I can do it again. I just need to make these idiots think their plan worked.
Amara passively listened to Brandon’s self-satisfied demands; pointless drivel about not hurting them, obeying their every sexual wish, and being the perfect fucktoy. It was easy to fool them; to make them think they were in control, and that’s when the fun began.
Taking all three of them at once wasn’t just easy, it felt natural. Succubi existed to destroy men like this, to punish them for their hubris and make them regret using sex as a tool of subjugation. It only took a few minutes of “Yes Sir,” and “Please Sir” to drive them mad with desire, at which point she started to flex her true muscles: the immense control she’d gained over her aura manipulation this last week.
With a firm grip on everyone’s arousal, she let her indignation guide her actions. Not only had these men dared to try and capture her, but they’d gloated about their seeming superiority the entire time.
That simply wouldn’t do.
Forcing her way deep into their auras, she found the same wellspring that she’d exploited when she fucked Mr. Luxnor. The energy felt incredible, as it always did, but with three prey’s worth of arousal flooding into her, she dared to reach for new heights. She stopped reaching for the core of their arousal, instead stepping inside and letting it surround her. There, she found a cliff, a precipice of unimaginable heights that promised something far greater than anything she’d experienced before.
Carefully reaching out, she found this new well of strength eclipsed the simple arousal she’d fed on before now. This was totality, a complete history of who these men were, the coiled essence of everything they considered themselves to be.
How insulting, to hide this away from her.
As she reached out, she found herself plunged into a strange sensation that took ages to understand. Arousal was basic and primal, it was simply a collection of joy, ecstasy, and pleasure. These new sensations gave Amara access to the full spectrum of her victims. Deep insight into their emotions, their hopes, their fears. She saw memories, formative moments from throughout their lives, and took them as her own. Skills honed over years suddenly felt natural to Amara as she consumed the experience that had begat them.
The more she took as her own, the more she began to overshadow the inner worlds of the men fucking her. Weeks melted into months as she explored their memories, and with each scrap of power she gained, they diminished further. In time, there was nothing left to take, and she allowed herself to retreat from the empty husks of those who had tried to subjugate her.
Returning to her natural reality, she found only minutes had passed. The men under her thrall had reached orgasm countless times, and when she pulled away from them to rise to her feet, they collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.
The room surrounding Amara seemed unnaturally small, the ceiling lower than she remembered it, but she paid little attention to such trivial matters. Tonight was the night of the ritual, and it was her job to stop it, to protect the people of this campus from Sebastian’s insanity. She reached for her inner hellfire and found it more energized than she’d ever seen before. In simply trying to wash herself clean and don her chitinous armor, she accidentally incinerated everything in the room, leaving only a collection of ash in her wake as she started racing towards the main chamber.
With only herself to worry about, she had no qualms about releasing the full extent of her abilities. Nick and Tessa had eagerly obeyed her demands for them to stay home, as their presence would have only complicated matters.
Her arrival was met by a small army of demons, horrible creatures possessing human hosts that again seemed pathetically small compared to her grandiose might. Dispatching them was insultingly easy, and she instead set her sights on the focal point of their ritual: imbuing Sebastian with his very own demon.
Unfortunately for Amara, her orgy had given Sebastian enough time to reach his twisted goals. Amara had hoped to disrupt the summoning circle in the middle of the ritual, but her goal changed as soon as she witnessed the totality of the demon that now claimed ownership over Sebastian’s body.
“How are you free?! That’s—”
The twisted voice of Sebastian melded together with the horrid rumbling of this strange new demon, but Amara didn’t care to listen. She cut his words off by crushing his throat in her hands and flinging him against the nearest wall. The bones of the demon’s host shattered on impact, and Amara continued her assault with unmatched fury. Whatever monster had been brought to this world, it paled in comparison to her.
It landed several strikes against Amara, yet none of them did much more than annoy her. In less than a minute, she’d brought Sebastian’s body to the edge of collapse, and the demon inside him gasped in pain as it tried to speak.
“W-what… are you?!” it stammered.
“I’m Amara, you son of a bitch,” she said, lifting Sebastian into the air by his throat. Impossibly bright flames surrounded him, searing away his flesh and forcing what little humanity remained to scream out in terror. Before his body failed entirely, Amara took care to deliver one last message.
“Tell everyone in Hell that this campus is MINE!”
One final snap, followed by a maelstrom of hellfire, and the chamber fell quiet. Looking around, Amara grinned with sadistic glee over the chaos she’d wrought.
Good.
Now everyone is safe.
Comments
Gerald Ferguson
Ah ok, so this is an.alternate universe version....I was starting to think I was crazy....like wait a.minute, that's.not how the story went
AFanofRoses
Yes. Everyone is *safe* now. While it was interesting seeing Amara use her powers more freely and in different ways than she has before, I'm very glad that Amara managed to avoid this timeline.
