She Tempted The Devil
he begged, its voice barely audible over the howling wind.
Mark's laughter was cold and mirthless, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine as the sand stung his face. "Do you know what they call me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, his words almost lost in the storm.
The minion hesitated, his eyes darting wildly around the desolate landscape before fixing on Mark's face. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the wind.
Mark's smile was cruel and unforgiving, his eyes glinting with a deadly light as the sand swirled around him. "They call me Death Marksman," he hissed, his voice carried away by the wind. "Remember it!"
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