Vampire kiss
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Armand looked at the old had and when the old hag asked for a simple single flower Armand refused raising his sword to her. It was that day that he regretted most the old hag was in fact an enchantress angered by his constant thirst for bloodshed. As a punishment she sentenced him to an eternal life of suffering one he could never end one that no one could break. He was to constantly thirst for blood and with every passing day he was to burn in the sunlight never to see the sun again.
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