Corrupted
Persephone cried, refusing to believe what she was hearing.
“It’s not me, Persephone!” He sobbed, slamming his hand down but all in vain.
He laughed loudly, staring gravely into Sir Zuka’s eyes, leaning dangerously closer to his face, smirking, growing dark and evil.
“Your mind is meaningless when your body is weak.” He whispered and snapped his finger once more.
“Za-”
Before Sir Zuka could react, his breaths stopped, losing strength in his body as his soul gradually left his body.
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