Chapter 8: Chat and Plans

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"We have to get rid of them." He nodded as he stretched his beard. "They would have been gone by now, but yet, they are tough ones!" The other woman said. "They just won't give up, the brunette was tortured so many times very painful and severed but decides to just ignore the loss off blood, she doesn't know her life is ticking away from too much blood draining away from her body." The man said. "We need to focus more on her and that boy s'poses named Philip? Yes Philip. He knows too much history about this mansion." The great master said rising from his seat. "We have tried the best we could Sir! These bastard children just don't want to give up! We almost killed the brunette but yet she doesn't care and she decides ignorance!" The woman yelled hysterically. The other man slammed a heavy fist onto the table making every one jump in surprise meant except for the great master of course. "Stop! We will find a way of getting rid of them! Even if it takes killing them! We shall plan it tonight after their talk with us! Only reason we have to worry is Latrice! She will find a way of helping them if we're too late!" He was then interrupted by an old wise lady,"s'pose you kill them? We have never killed a fly. Kill children? Your not capable of that Cain, I have known you for years and you have never laid a hand on dust!" She said as she laid food on the table. "Your right! We're not killing them even if I'm an evil demon! Their children for sake! We could hurt them, but not kill Cain." He said simply. Cain growled in disappointment and looked down at the Swedish meatballs. "Why Swedish meatballs? There is always something better." Cain complained. "Shut your pinhole. You can eat or starve, your choice, I'm the only one who could cook so you eat what I make." She said in a stern voice and a glare. Abduxuel smirked from the background at Cain's reaction. "Now eat!" The great master Abduxuel demanded. "Especially you Cain. That plate licked clean." Cain snorted and poked the meatballs in disapproval.

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