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Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.

Only at home or in front of his family and Lina. “X-Xavier Valentino. I came here to meet him.” Her smile turned into a frown. I felt a blush rising all over my face as my body heated up in embarrassment when she looked at me from head to toe. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked me while raising her eyebrow. I knew she must be suspicious that why would someone like Master know me. I was wearing light pink silk frock which was reaching to my toes. It has been a week but I still didn’t touch the clothes Master gave me. I just felt comfortable in my clothes. Those clothes were a little short and look expensive. I just didn’t feel like touching them.

She was dragged out from the cell, the two guards holding their grip on her, her body quivered with cold as the light breeze hit on her. The clothes she wore were so little to cover her body. The actions of the previous minutes still traumatized her, the man was definitely going to be back for her, and she wished, he never came back. Two doors opened, revealing a passage, which she thinks leaded to her master's chambers. The walls were painted with different artistic colours that defined the real identity of her master.

She replied while showing her necklace, "through this necklace, on the full moon I recited the spell, there is written on the back of this pendant. "What is written?" He added. "WHEN DAY AND NIGHT MEET, BLACK MIST OCCURS." Everett was silent for a moment after listening. "Your Majesty, are you alright?" She asked. "Don't call me Your Majesty, just call me Everett." He said Tazaana replied, "but you are a king," "But I am not your king. I am the king of the vampires but not you, and you can call my name when we are alone." She looked at Everett, and her heart was pounding. She said in her heart.

Regardless, I still felt overly exhausted and paused to catch my breath while my eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was then that I actually realized what I was wearing. They seemed to decide to put me in new clothes. I was dressed head to toe in all black. Long black pants, long-sleeved shirt, belt, everything. The doctors and the rest of the place was infested with white, but they turned me the darkest and most obvious color they probably could in there. But out here? It was their disadvantage.

It was weird. One member quickly replied, "We're from the White Shirt Sect—" "Argh!" Before he could finish the sentence, the Cult Master frowned. Then his expression changed abruptly—he was in pain! "White Shirt Sect… White Shirt Sect… Grandmaster Heaven Cult… Argh…" The Cult Master muttered a few sentences to himself. Then he suddenly went berserk. He grabbed his head and yelled out in pain. "White Shirt Sect, Grandmaster Heaven Cult, argh…" One of the Cult Master's obsessions was to rebuild the Grandmaster Heaven Cult.

My mind and body were already bound to him. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the front porch, and I knew it was Master long before I saw him. Master had just come back from work. He walked into the sitting room with slow and unhurried steps. His tall, broad-shouldered frame came into view. He was dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong, veined forearms. His hair was slicked back, jaw clean-shaven, and his cold grey eyes swept the room as he stepped inside.

As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner.

"Oh my, how did you see these, don't you think it would add more colors to the designs In the halls. The ribbons, what do you think about It slave." Sharriah heard the werewolf said, slowly Sharriah raised her head up, the ribbon was a pure royal golden ribbon, with black dots of a moon symbols plastered around it. The design would fit the description of her master, her master was a handsome god, more of a Greek god. but he was purely a devil, handsomely wicked and dangerous. "It would fit the halls. It would fit for his birthday." Sharriah said, hoping she never made much sentence.

When I walked out of the server room, the entire technical department was waiting at the door, erupting into thunderous applause. "Rex is unstoppable!" "Rex is the God of Code!" "That's the real tech master!" I looked at their faces. Some of them had once treated me with cold indifference. Now, they greeted me with eager smiles. "Rex, let's have tea sometime?" "Rex, there's a tech salon this weekend. Would you honor us with your presence?" "Rex, could you give me some guidance on my project?" I declined them all politely and only nodded to the outsourced colleagues who had once stood by me.