Corrupted
Delora scoffed, rolling her eyes off to ignore the detestful gaze she received.
“Besides, I have already taught you, weaker souls are bound by the rules I created and if they defy my orders; they invite demise.” Delora’s stone-cold tone came.
“Not everything is in your palm, Delora.” Juniper hissed, narrowing her eyes in disbelief but she smirked vilely at her statement.
“It is, dear sister. It is.” She whispered, knowing the extremity of power she held.
They were on a random cliff, Delora was standing on the edge, taking off her cloak slowly and throwing it away, revealing her exquisite form.
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