CUPID'S DARN CURSE.
I stand there with my legs trembling, as I watch Corvin, the leader of Lucifer's Heirs, tearing into the flesh of a young woman with his fangs.
His arms wrapped around her waist, his fangs buried into her neck, his eyes red and shiny, and his claws dug into her skin as he tore at the side of her hips.
The lady's gasp fills the air, but I'm not sure if it's coming from pain or pleasure.
My fear, shock, and bewilderment multiply when my eyes, in slow motion, trail down, and I see a bunch of more people, thrown on each other, dead and bloodless. It is enough bodies to make up for an average mountain.
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