It seemed a part of him still lingered in Heaven. Manadel seemed deep in his head space, he hadnโt even remembered his spear was gone. Muscle memory took over as he slashed with a glorious weapon he no longer possessed. No matter, she could have one made for him. Even if it
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"The lower chiors now look to แดสแดแด when enacting judgement."
His words no longer sounded calm and impartial. There was now an unmistakeable bitterness, a fisdain that had festered for thousands of years.
"Even those I called allies said ษดแดแดสษชษดษข. No Exorcist dared
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clawed paws echo down the hall. Through the held door, five ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ Dobermans shoot through the doorway.
โWhere are the rest of your brothers? Oh never mindโฆโ
Rosalind points directly at Manadel, eyes on the dogs, and orders.
โWatch. Comfort. ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ.โ
After those
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and I convinced the right people, I could get that ball rolling easily. But Vox would have been handy as well, but he cannot be relied on to be a good little chess piece. He would try to rise above his station, and he would betray.โ
Rosalind and Aclima ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ know that very well. For every perk, there is one or even two cons. Even more so as daughters.
Big shoes to fill. High expectations. Great consequences for failure.
Perhaps the two daughters can become a source of peace for one another. Weekly
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Perhaps it's also the fact they're both the eldest sisters. Lord knows being an elder sister has quite the long list of pros and cons.
Especially when you're related to powerful figures, even being one yourself.
. . it also helps that Rosalind isn't an utter annoyance.
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really fucked up.โ
Rosalind took a moment to ponder it all, staring into the remainder of the brown liquid within the cup held in her hand. Whether she found the answers she was searching for or not, her eyes raised to meet Aclimaโs gaze again.
โIf the conditions were right
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