𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍. 
THE LIQUID TRICKLED ITS WAY
DOWN TO HIS LIPS, MAKING 
THE SIN LET OUT AN ALMOST
HAPPY HUM FOR A SPLIT 
SECOND FROM THE TASTE. 

ALL HE DID WAS FIGHT, AND
LATELY, THAT WAS ALL HE
WANTED. THE DEADLY SIN
HAD GROWN UP FIGHTING 
AND KNEW NOTHING BUT
WAR AND ANGER. 

THE TASTE OF THE BLOOD 
WAS SWEET, BUT REVENGE
WAS MUCH SWEETER. RAGE
COURSES THROUGH HIM. 
HIS TECHNICAL NAME WAS
BALTHAZAR, BUT HE WOULD
ALWAYS BE 𝑊𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐻. 

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