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#52
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Well, either her Master has no idea of her earlier escapade, or is gracious enough not to bring it up to her. This place that he's chosen for their headquarters seems functional enough, as defensible as anywhere else in the cramped confines of the city. She... rather hopes that she won't be asked to clean this one, as well.
"It suits me as well, Master," she offers noncommittally. "But Master, now that we've arrived, I was wondering if I might have your name. The nature of our bond is mostly one-way, if you weren't aware."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 01-22-2017, 02:37 PM
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