Extra Part II.

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II. Odio

A slender body like a spider, make of sharp and jagged metal.

A pair of eyes so deceptively clear, contradicting the mind behind them.

A pair of grotesque hands spreading their decimation through long tendrils.

A smile so wicked it made your gut clench and twist grotesquely.

A heart so guarded it inflicted wounds upon those who dared to look its way.

A hatred so strong it blinded you of the disgusting wake it left around you.

A lack of burning in the pit of your stomach. A cold breeze replacing it.

A hatred like a pair of matches burned out, still spitefully intertwined.

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