The Demon King And His Forbidden Werewolf Queen
The chants, the thunder and lightning, the pain everywhere were quiet.
I breathe out heavily, feeling dehydrated. My blurry eyes looked up at Alma and she walked closer to me, but she wasn’t looking at me. Instead, she was looking up; her smile wide like she won a lottery. I looked up shakily, and it surprised me to see an enormous mirror. The mirror sparkled slightly, then a black beam surrounded it. The beam twirls around the mirror violently, then I watch as a body shoots out from the mirror. I followed the body, and the back was turned against me. Her black, slick hair reached her lower back. She is wearing a hideous gown with a puffy down but slim waist. I can’t even describe the gown b
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