@Treigthe@Kurokamiism His hand to tuck her locks of crimson behind her ears, marveling at the scar that crossed her forehead.
❝You were branded with a mark of shame, by my idiot son. Even still you've opened your thrid eye haven't you?❞
His question rhetorical he'd already known, that had been
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@Kurokamiism Lack guidance with it. I'm sure you'll uphold my legacy better than my son. Don't answer. Go. Do your contract. In fact, fire a warning. My son has become far too comfortable in calling the Strinien to his aid. He needs to finally hear some truth.❞
He said, turning and
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@Kurokamiism ❝A very diplomatic answer, I expected nothing less. While he is my offspring, he disappoints me time after time. Since the day you left the pit, I had you in mind for leading my army.❞
He pulled away, and he circled her once more, his hands found themselves behind his
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@Kurokamiism To one side, fixing them with the webbing between his index and thumb. Throwing her hair over her shoulder.
❝Don't worry, this is your chance, to be honest. There is no need to worry about the Strinien. Consider this. . . A safe space.❞
@Kurokamiism ❝How do you feel about my son?❞
Looking down on the pictures, a pest he'd already swatted. Francis was smart enough to put two and two together. And once again, he felt nothing but disgust toward him. A worthless waste of offspring.
Tufts of crimson would pull her hair
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@Kurokamiism He would extend toward her.
❝Stand, Sererise. While I'm curious as to what you're doing outside of your cell, I can only assume it's training.❞
He had already seen it, felt it hell. He observed most of it; the damage that resulted from Vykle, this is something that
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