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!!!TW!!! blood, persecution, cannibalism
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"My blade, you are my blade"
Ash had never met anyone so similar to himself in his life.
Words were unnecessary to understand the other person.His heart pounded as he plunged his sword into the heart of another victim, blood filling his vision. It pounded as new plans for the destruction of this world formed in his mind. The words weren't even a metaphor. If Ewron ordered him to plunge his sword into his heart right now, he would. For a moment, a silence lingered between them, easing the tension. Ash questioned killing or kidnapping a comrade who was too perfect. He would interrogate him to see if one of his old enemies had hired an actor to undermine him. But what if this perfection turned out to be true?