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*Third POV*
“When you already knew about it why did let me in the first place”
“Well I can't stop the presence of the devil right because of whom I’m here”
“You are still in delusion Ota-san the devil did not make you what you are, it was you yourself who brought you where you are. Well if you say I’m the devil why not give me your life and soul to walk in the path of hell” Takeshi smiles finally putting his hand sideways.
Only made his father laugh, turning louder and louder as the time passed by echoing around the empty basement.
Takeshi breathes out, throwing the first bag inside the hole he has dug, sending a death glare towards it. Turning towards the second and the third ba
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