Đ̶͔͎̮̭̣̯͎̯̣̔̕ē̸̙̏̄̀͗̚c̴̯͓̒͑̊̀͊̀́̋̈́͆â̴̡̙̬͈̼̽͂̓͛̎̕͝đ̸̺͎̲̽͂̐̓́̄̕̚̕͝ę̵̥̄̑̔̏̆ṋ̶͍̉̈̀͒̑͐c̵̩̩̦͈̪̖̈́̓̆͆͋̿͜͝e̴̞̩̩̲̯͒̎͌͜ͅ
-moral or cultural decline as characterized by excessive indulgence in pleasure or luxury.
-In case of a person: A decadent is a person...
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"So how does this works again?" he begins, holding the pen in his grasp with his nimble fingers as he darts back over the paper filled with rules and writings, "Sorry but it's not common to meet with a wish granting demon everyday, you know?"
"Ahh~ I must be that delectable to have a demon that wants my soul so badly!" he goofs, brushing his mahogany hair back with the palm of his hand. "I'm flattered!"
"......"
"...yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ₑₙⱼₒyᵢₙg ₜₕᵢₛ, ₐᵣₑ yₒᵤ?"
-ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ-
Author'sNote:
Heya! Yulia here~ This story has been in my drafts for so long and just now I've spontaneously decided to publish it. It's probably one of the most random story there is about BSD. 😂
Anyways this is my first publish book in this account, so feel free to put your thoughts, criticisms, feedback(?) In the comment sections! If you like my story, then please do vote! Thank you! ^^
