EJIMA
“I know. But in our kingdom, in this world? It is a survival of the fittest, and the strongest piles the wheel of power. There are no rooms for weaklings like you or Amaka, who go around looking for a love that does not exist. Love makes you weak. This is reality. Love is dead. God is dead. We are the only ones alive. No, I take that back. I am the only one alive because I need your blood to get that masquerade.”
“You have taken everything from me. My happiness. My comfort. My desire to live.” Ejima breathed in. She could not fight him. Death was inevitable for her, but she was not afraid of it. She had waited so long for it, even though it had vested its cold hands in an odd hour and place,
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