Between Heaven and Hell
ExoShaneeyi will not expect anything from my ungrateful father
His voice, hollow and rhythmic, reverberated against the walls, each word dripping with foreboding.
Even Takumi, hardened by a lifetime of darkness, felt an icy finger trace his spine. The pentacle began to glow malevolently, its light sharp and unnatural, casting distorted, flickering shadows that danced like specters. The room felt alive, pulsating with energy as though some monstrous entity from the depths of despair was watching, waiting, and hungering.
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