Aziza reached over to close Kylie's staring, lifeless eyes, while repeating a prayer that He who counts Merciful and Compassionate among his many names would admit Kylie's tormented soul to the joys of Paradise. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she tried to draw comfort from the hope that she and Kylie could be together again.
Then a realization came crashing into her mind. Not if she caught Regina's virus, and lost the ability to die. Then the barrier between the living and the dead would be eternal. At least Kylie had been spared eternal life.
Regina was too dangerous for this universe, and for Aziza specifically. Either her virus had to be utterly neutralized, deprived of the ability to infect others, or she--and anyone she had infected--had to leave this universe. It sounded like Lesbian Land needed a Sorceress Supreme.
And there was no time to lose. Every second's delay made the problem worse.