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#32
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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La Voisin is silent for a time, considering her Master's words. "If you've no use of the Grail, I'll happily take charge of our wish. Twisting the artifice of God to some unholy purpose would be profoundly satisfying." She snickers at the thought. "The hour grows late, though. I will take leave of this flesh while you rest, and keep watch for assailants."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 01-11-2016, 02:38 PM
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