The Darkest Of Vows
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Last published Thu, Mar 13, 2025
She was something I never imagined having ─ But now she is something that makes me want to burn this world down. I'll get her again . She is mine . She was mine.
"I'll be your Phantom , Cuore Mio"
"Will you kill me?"
"No , I will get you into our world of darkness and you'll be the only bright thing there"
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