Protected by the Devil
And the moans coming from inside the alleys were still sounding with that vigorous debauchery.
"Tennebris, sin of Wrath," she replied, snorting. Her pink hair seemed to shine a little brighter as she seemed to remember the subject. "What he has of hot, he has of stupid, cretin, pig, dirty, filthy.”
I laughed, following her down the street.
"And are you together?”
"Of course not "she hurried to say. "We hate each other.”
It was impossible not to notice the similarities. How much I thought Vraxlon all that and owner of everything that would put me on my knees effortlessly. It seems that fallen angels were more complicated than humans.
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