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III
The cold, foggy London night was cold.
England was cold; really cold.
Davison looked at the bottle of Whisky that was in his right hand. His palsy left hand shook. His long, grey hair was dirty; his brown eyes were red from the alcohol; his brown trousers were dirty. He tugged his brown colored belt up, then his brown colored socks, (which was full of holes); and brown colored shoes, (which was ripped), and continued drinking.
Up ahead, he saw dark figures.
He blinked, as he saw them.
And he saw Lillith.
"COME TO ME, DRUNKARD! FEEL MY WRATH...OR DIE!", she yelled, commanded.
Davison screamed, then he was dragged away into the foggy night.
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