Mimahiexx
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Xavier Night.
Those name alone can make the world shiver in fear. One lift of his finger, your done. One command the enemy run. Xavier was respected. No one can make him bow, no one can make him shiver. No one.
He was not afraid of hell, because he was Satan himself, he owned hell. He owned everything. You stand against him? Well no prayer can save you. He works both legal and illegal. Raised to rise. Born to burn everything that comes his way.
Not until that day.
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The boy was on the ground crying even wailing. Small arms thrashing around feet thumping on the floor. Tears covered his his face. His plump pink chubby cheeks, eyes already red from minutes of wailing. Hiccups every one seconds.
"No it was mine!" That sound.
It was his nephew's.
The boy's cry grew louder more desperate pointing at his nephew's smaller hand. Lollipop.
A fucking lolipop.
The boy was young, yes. But not the way he was supposed to act, he maybe atleast 18 years of age. That confused Xavier more. His nephew was 8. A kid, but the boy?
What the fuck happened here?
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