His Thirst
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Life was so mundane and depressing before him but it was manageable.
There was no red stains and razor sharp teeth. No glowering black orbs.
Just routine living with no excitement. It was peaceful and serene before Malachi.
"When I'm around you it's dangerous. I feel like I can be my true authentic self including hurting you. Hurting you would be a sin but I have no soul to repent for."
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