Papillon bébé
There was no escaping it. Absolem knew that as soon as the winter season started, he would have to die. It was always the same, whether it was Underland or Upland. The fatigue of it all was what annoyed him the most, but now that Maharet knew, there was no need to worry on comfort. She made sure everything was just how he liked it, and even when she had to sleep during the day, Lydia was always happy to sit by and read to him.
What was not expected was the sudden fever towards the end of it all. Cold baths couldn't lower the burning waves that would crash over him. What sweet bliss death would bring. But Absolem refused to think about that around Maharet. He knew his condition was already upsetting her. Then, one night, he was gone, and the transformation began.