"For the memories of my loved ones, I will seek vengeance upon those who stenched their hands with the blood of the innocents. . ." First. She hoped it was never happened. All the horrors and the pain of watching her loved ones perished under the flames of wrath. All the vile and twisted evil that had cursed upon him. She wished she could turn back time. Back to her childhood dreams. Back to her never ending memories of his smiles and hugs. Blood. He hoped he could forget. All the killing and the slaughtering of the people who once he called family. All the words that she breathed out as the flames began to rise. He wished it was never happened. The memories that he could not erase from his head. The tip of his sword that was always trying to rip apart her soul. And only time will tell whose blood will be spilled first. *** Copyright © 2018 by Aventadoodlez All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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