Emotional Monster
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I look at the despair on his face, as I felt myself smirking.
"How are you.." He muttered, the look on his face is priceless.
"Don't worry." I said, as he stood a distance from me, despite the fire and gas around us, it felt like time froze, "This is only the beginning. Kacchan." I teleported away, and the image of the warehouse appeared.
Looking at all the technology Axel built before, it would be ashamed not to use it now. Would it?
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