Mille:The Holy Necromancer

Mille:The Holy Necromancer

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"He's the one, I know it." I whisper to Staffen. Staffen's eyes glow white," Tall, Blonde, Light, and yet where is the purple mark Millie?" I grip Staffen tighter for support to gaze at the man. His chiseled looks are on point with who I am looking for, he just needs to turn around. He bows his head to the woman he is talking with and turns to the street. There just below his left eye, a jagged purple mark to ruin that perfect face and it just lights my heart on fire. "Staffen he's the one, number one hundred, and his sacrifice will get me a familiar after all these years!" My heart roars as I come out of the alley onto the cobbled street. #75 in necromancer. 10/31/2020.
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In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

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