"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?"
Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?"
A slow, wicked smile split his fa...
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"Servants of death always leave bones in their wake. And no, they are no fairytale, no myth. No man is born so unnatural. With these marks you can pick them apart: fangs like tips of knives, pale skin, too cold to the touch, and eyes that glow the wildest shade of red. What terrible hunger lives behind those eyes. They are the blackest of wicked, the vilest creatures."
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