Sage, this is Hecate.
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The elevator doors opened and frangipani lady walked in, oh-so menacing. Once the doors closed, I grabbed her by the neck with one hand and pressed my lower limbs against hers so she would not be able to escape or bite me. Tip from myself, the great Hecate: if a human is in blood moon world, do not bother trying to go in if you are not going to sacrifice frangipani lady. Another tip from me: it would be advisable not to look at her face as she is very hideous. I will tell you this, straight to the point. Please do not ever try looking at her face.
Her arms were of no harm to me as she tried strangling me back. She was just a lost soul, a companion of travelers, of no use. I pressed my lips against hers and pushed two fingers into her throat upwards, hearing her choke on her blood as it spurt out of her mouth and into mine. I took as much blood as I could for two seconds before I let go of her lifeless body, her soul still intact, alive. No matter. She would appear for the 778th time if this did not work again. Fuck me.
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