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"Greetings Detective! Please come 're, ja" Madame Vladislac said.
"Aye" Detective Craigh said, "nice place".
"Ja. You don't believe me; you think me a fake, ja", Madame Vladislac said.
"I only arrest the fakes" Detective Craigh said.
"Ja. But I am real. I have killed people who have thought I am fake" Madame Vladislac said.
"I see. Well, I hope to live...besides, I have demons to deal with...and the ghosts, faeries, banshees, and other creatures of the night, like Vampires" Detective Craigh said, "there's a Vampire Crypt nearby".
"Indeed, Detective. We do have the Undead here in our World...And poltergeists, and Imps...and evil things that dwell under the beds...or knock on the windows, begging to be let in...", Madame Vladislac said, as she glided towards her client in a black gown.
Detective Craigh stared at her long, slender legs.
Her neckline was low; her fingers were covered in black, lace mitts on her hands.
And black boots on her feet.
And as her huge breasts went up and down in perfect rhythm, Detective Craigh blushed, then, as he regained his lost composure, he followed the powerful clairvoyant into the middle of a loungeoom, then he sat down at a black colored table, then sat down on one of two black chairs-then rested his tired feet from all the walking he did, around London town, during some of the early part of the evening.
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SaTaN's BeLLS (Book One)
HorrorIn London, England, 1860, 22 year old James Maygrove, enters a demonic Manor where demons dwell looking for riches that he was told was there...but what he sees is beyond horror, as his sense of reality is fractured, as well as his sanity. The new h...
