Impure Saint (MareNight)
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Última publicación vie, may 14, 2021
Souls are fragile, they can only be hurt so many times.
Humans and monsters are the same, the more you beat them, the more they crumble in your grasp and beg for forgiveness.
A certain monster knows this to well, for he has beaten people down countless of times, but he finally meets someone that isn't afraid of being beat.
How could he though, he's been beaten down since they day he came into existence. But he still fears death or pain although he wishes to embrace death for he has nothing more to live for.
Though the murderous monster cannot bring himself to kill him or let the latter kill himself, so he proposes an idea.
An idea that leads them through a roller coaster of excitement.
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