Grim Reaper’s righthand.
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After everything Vincent narrated on how she was when she’s drunk, Elliana couldn’t help but feel more and more little compared to the man who seemed to not do anything wrong except when he’s driven by his lust for blood and a certain archangel.
Now that she’s sober and wide awake at night, Elliana gazed outside her window and looked at the crescent moon that is accompanied by a few stars. I wonder if he’s looking out right now. Are we looking at the same sky? Surprised by her concern over a vampire prince, her eyes widened in surprise. “No.”
With a sigh, she shook her head and focused on another thing. I skipped work again. Why do I always skip work whenever they’re involved? She asked herself, feeling more and more indulged in a series of situations th
