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𝐋'𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑

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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, a woman so beautiful that she seemed to have come from heaven itself. the most striking of her features were her beautiful golden doe eyes. she had long, luscious (h/c) hair that seemed to be as soft as silk and as fluffy as clouds.

no matter how hard he tried to recall her name, he couldn't, he just remembered her warm embrace, her soft skin, her calm and soothing voice. and one frase, she always seemed to tell him the same thing—

"smile, al! you know you're never fully dressed without one!"

—he remembered so much yet forgot everything, he knew what happened during his existence in the mortal realm. but he couldn't recall the most important thing,

who is that woman?

that same question rung in his ears day after day, each day recalling more and more about the mysterious woman.

oh well, he hadn't any time to dwell on it now. the extermination was coming up soon, hopefully valentino's territory was up for grabs. satan knows how dreadful valentino is.

disgusting.

the red deer man hummed to himself while he strutted around his swanky mansion in boredom, he hadn't anything to do. oh how bleak the afterlife was, sure, he could kill people whenever he wanted to without having to hide it. but it took away the fun part! he couldn't see the coppers chase after him, oh the joy!

he chuckled to himself with amusement, death did seem to be the only thing that managed to spark up his dead, rotten heart. of course, he secretly yearned happiness but it's not like he'd ever actually admit it to himself.
albeit, one part of himself always whispered to him,

what about her?

he was well aware of what that meant, what about that ethereal woman that would visit you in the mortal realm, she'd comfort you in your times of need. but most importantly,

she makes your rotten, broken heart skip a beat.

oh, how dearly he missed the mysterious, angelic woman from his dreams.

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