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The sun runs through the colorful window reflecting against her brown skin. Her dark globs looking at me. Temptation, wrapped around my muscles that glitched, as her eyes turned doe under my gaze. The blood coating the floor and walls of the cathedral, as God's head turned down to the disembodied figures scattered around. Her chin rested against my chest, as a soft hum left my chest.
''Look at what you have done, little sinner,'' I rasped as I tilted her chin up to me. Her eyes so innocent yet prideful of the mess SHE had created with me besides her. ''Sorry, Cer,'' she whispered.
I leaned down letting my lips ghost hers, ''What do I do with you?''
A sadistic smile curls the end of her lips, '' Cleanse me, Cer,'' she whispered back before her heart shaped lips could capture mine in a kiss. A sweet kiss of her obsession.
The darkness always ends up catching you, Father, and she was my eternal darkness. She destroyed the very reason I had changed, a demonic reform as I call it. However, the destruction she brought over me was the entire reason I would cage her as MINE.
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