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29: The Devil In The Shadows.

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-10-11 23:48:35

"In the heart of the church, I found the spark to ignite my hell.”

EZREAL’S POV

I parked a few meters from the church, the engine of my car turned off, the lights dimmed.

The night cloaked me well enough so that from where I sat, I could see the tall iron gates of the church, the faint glow of candles flickering inside, and the familiar shadow of a man moving past the stained-glass window.

Baron.

He was back where he belonged... or at least where the world believed he belonged.

The church.

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  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   216: ROOTS AND RETURNS.

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  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   215: THE SPACE BETWEEN US.

    VNCENT’S POVI didn’t understand why it hit me the way it did.Aiden’s voice hadn’t been cruel. Not sharp. Not dismissive. Just polite. Easy. We’re just… acquaintances.I was the one who’d drawn that line. I was the one who’d enforced distance with silence, with work, with walls I pretended were professionalism. So why did it feel like something in my chest cracked when he said it out loud?I stood there, face carefully blank, while Baron laughed and Ezreal’s mother smiled like she’d stumbled onto something charming and harmless. Like there wasn’t a quiet disaster unfolding in my ribs.You’d make a handsome pair.Baron’s laughter echoed too loudly in my ears. Not mocking—never that, but amused. Light. And somehow that made it worse. Because it meant it was obvious. To her. To him. To everyone but me.I had messed up.We moved toward the dining room not long after, Ezreal leading, his mother beside him. I followed automatically, my body doing what it always did, falling into formation,

  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   214: THE UPPER HAND.

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  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   212: WHAT HE FOUGHT FOR.

    You think I fear the world?NoI fear the day I reach for you and you no longer flinch because you no longer care.BARON’S POVI stayed back longer than I needed to. Not because I didn’t trust him, never that but because watching Ezreal with his mother felt like witnessing something sacred. Like a locked door in his chest had finally cracked open, and light was pouring through whether he was ready for it or not.I leaned against the wall near the corridor, arms crossed loosely, listening to the muted cadence of their voices through the half-open door earlier. Not the words because those were private but the tone. Softer. Lighter. Real in a way I’d never heard from him before. Ezreal had always carried himself like a man carved from steel. Controlled. Precise. Dangerous when necessary. But tonight… Tonight he was just someone’s son. And gods, it made my chest ache.I’d seen him bleed. I’d seen him kill. I’d seen him walk through rooms like death was something he’d already made peace

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