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As he smiles all proud of himself. “One by one I took them out, every other week so no one would come around.” He remanence taking his silent kill not by brute nor by a scam, but a brain that is mightier than a sword. “I used every piece so no one can tell as there will be no evidence left to be checked.” He ended as the mold is in utmost perfection. Hearing a muffling sound as glee enveloped him, he smiles, calling. “Nii-san!” TO THE MIRROR THAT SHOWS HIM THE FUTURE OF THE PUPPET HE NEEDED TO DRIVE CRAZY AND IN HIS WAY OF WANTS. HE SMILES AS HE WHISPERS. “THE NECROMANCER.”

How she bought me an expensive t-shirt with her salary,how she saved me from bullies in high school,how she would give me her lunch when I had nothing. What ruined it was how she died and how I couldn't even give her a proper burial and how Mia burned her body. "Let's go." I heard Marco's voice and I followed him. I clenched my fist. "That man must confess. He is my only hope to getting my revenge and I'll do anything to make sure I make him confess." I said to myself. We went back on the journey and Marco left me. There was another car waiting for me outside. "Where did you keep the gold and cash?" I asked and she shaked his head. He looked tired and malnourished already.

"A normal?" As he got beside Fragado, he was told that the being was actually one of them and laughed again. Schnek didn't understand what was going on but since his partner Fragado was snickering, he started to join him and laugh too. The senseless occurrence was too funny for him. ❇❇❇ Now there are two orcs stupidly laughing before her. She slowly stood up and the two huge beings didn't even notice her moving. Gripping tight of her backpack, she cautiously managed to step a few feet back.

I could see why Lucien was disappointed in that. But another part, a quieter voice buried beneath layers of self-doubt, whispered that perhaps Lucien's words held a kernel of truth. “Yeah, that’s right! Alpha Mortis is way better! With more money, Nightspire would be nothing nothing before Geisterfell!” one of the Geisterfell werewolves chimed in. “You better shut your mouth, you fool!” Lucien snapped, shooting a glare at the werewolf who had spoken out of turn. He then turned his attention back to me underneath him.

"I know there's a risk that I might never walk again. But I have to stand. I need my revenge. If once isn't enough, then do it twice. Let's begin." "Bite down on this." Theo held his forearm to my mouth. I didn't hesitate. I clamped my teeth down on his solid muscle. The procedure began. The silver blade wounds were on my chest and cheek. Dr. Mortimer used a specialized scalpel to cut away the corroded flesh, bit by bit, carefully. It felt like someone was stirring hooks through my meat. I bit down hard. Theo's arm muscles tensed, but he didn't move an inch. He let my teeth sink into his flesh.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Reap System: Memory Eraser pill 2x, Realm suppression pill 3x, Mortal returning pill 2x, Bloodline Copy Pill 2x 'Jeez this is to good. They are at the Reformation Rank to. Not to bad. Two different pills to break an enemy. We have definitely got to go towards the North. From the reports, there has to be a Breaking Bonds undead around. I will gladly make a puppet out of one of those. The pills can weaken it a little while I subdue it.'

To see him defeated, dejected and without the slightest hope of anything getting better, I want him dead in life and that's what I'll get. I will not stop until I see him the way I want him, I need him to pay for everything he has done so I can fulfill my oath. The best of all is that things are going just as I want and every time I warn him he runs to do something else that only sinks him deeper to try to get off easy, how foolish people can be when they are cornered. He still doesn't know that the only thing he is doing is digging his own grave, but soon he will know and when he does, it will be too late and I will enjoy that moment very much.

The place resounds with a loud silence. One hand thrust in the pocket, Mort's pair of mesmerizing green orbs was cold as the afternoon breeze darted on the dilapidated buildings nearby destroyed by the bombs. The air stirred his dark hair messily as the blood on his eyebrow had now dried that will surely leave a scar. He still look otherworldly gorgeous even though he appeared austere in his messy appearance. "Bastard." Short but cold, Mort audibly cursed Narco making Lyric's eyes widen in surprise, and later burst out laughing. From the tone of their Boss, he doesn't sound pleased. He did the right thing of cursing the shit out of him.

"Please, hang on. I beg of you." "Finally!" Lord Mortis exclaimed beside me, his voice dripping with wicked glee. "You wanted death, so I gave it to you. Your mate, the only one with the power to kill you, has stabbed you in the chest. Ironic, isn't it? Best part, she's human. This can't be more perfect." He chuckled maniacally, clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed.