Thebastardsonandthedevilhimself Stories

In the end, they needed to move. The sun was already high, fog almost completely vanished and in the distance police sirens were blasting loudly. Shooting, explosions and weird lightnings must have got through the barrier and worried fains. Or was the barrier taken down? Maybe Soul or Marcus, or Bloods or... It didn't matter. They needed to get up and go... Somewhere. Somewhere far away, away from people - fains, witches - everyone. 🆆︎🆁︎🅸︎🆃︎🆃︎🅴︎🅽︎: 01.11.2022 POLISH VERSION AVAILABLE

Clark was a fain, and it didn't matter. It was better, less drama, less explaining, less complicated. 🆆︎🆁︎🅸︎🆃︎🆃︎🅴︎🅽︎: 04.11.2022