Muerte

It had been a year and Dasha was declared dead but her body unfound. Her parents held a ceremony in her honor while their daughter was in the arms of her lover.

At this point her body could no longer handle the amount of simulations Bruce was making her go through which led to him merging her body with robotic parts due to the fact they were growing dead and decaying. His partners grew scared of him but could never leave for they had signed the same contract Dasha did.

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I had seen such a case before in fact not just once but multiple times when the witches and Demons cohabited without war or hate. Witches left the wizards and loved the Demons, many died on their marriage night or sometimes they were left in a state of coma till they were forgotten. Demons weren’t meant to marry a weak creature or mark a pure being. They needed someone strong and black hearted.

My eyes fell on Alora, her skin was pure white, I moved closer to her, the only thing that showed life was Zemia’s mark.