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But you can only die so many times before all of your hope is stolen away.
Weariness grows wisdom in guilty souls.
“I wish it wasn’t you, little godling.”
I’m convinced this man is a god, one of deceit and suffering, but a god nonetheless. How else could one explain away this demon’s beauty?
Never trust a demon. That’s rule one,
Do. Not. Fuck. The. Godling. I chide myself as her sweet scent nearly knocks me over.
“If hurting me will soothe the pain that wreaks havoc in you, then hurt me, Kalel. You’ll find there’s not much left inside me that can be broken.”
“How bold of you to assume I feel anything,”
