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Monster Slayer

Monster Slayer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 7, 2017
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"Humans are pitiful creatures.. Monsters, even.." he cried, his grip on Aron's shirt tightening, "And all monsters.. All monsters deserve to die!!!" "What?" his heart seemed to flutter after that sentence. It was unreal; Satoshi would never say anything so heartless, "A-All monsters deserve to die?" "Yes!!! Every freaking one of them!!!" Satoshi screamed, his head pounding. "H-Hey, Satoshi..It's alright, I'll.. I'll make sure no one can ever harm you again.." Aron cradled Satoshi close to his chest, speaking in a tone that was almost a whisper, "I'll.. I'll be your monster slayer."
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