Update: Every new illustration from Bethany makes my jaw drop more, and I finally realized why I love her style so much. I’ve always loved impressionism, the soft almost dreamlike quality of it, and it just works so well for this type of story, which I tried to give a soft, dreamlike quality to combat the horror. The illustration is in the midst of the appropriate text, but you can find it here if you don’t feel like hunting.
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Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Aeris ventures briefly into the world outside her new sanctuary. Though the promise of protection is ever around, the little maid still finds cause for terror.
A picture of the shore at what could be sunrise or sunset. The sky is filled with blue clouds that match the ocean. There is a beach and a black cliff off to the left. “Chapter 6 Heaven’s Gate” in white is on the bottom of the cliff.
Day’s end in dusk stole through the “palace,” and curiosity caused Aeris shock. Through her window, she’d seen both sunset and star, but never dreamed of venturing out. Now searching the paths of crimson and gold caused the Cetra maid to consider. The thought stayed but briefly before hollow chill filled her quickening heart. Her great guardian was never far though, and his arms were always her shield.