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She was the light in our darkness, making sure we didn’t fall too far into our demons; too bad our darkness had taken her over.
Crimson flowed like a million small rivers out of his mouth, his skin becoming paler as we watched.
A black widow after my own heart.
Power filled me as I stared down at him, splayed out like a broken toy that had been thrown out.
“Everyone loves to play with those of us that are broken.”
We were like moths to a flame, so ready to go down in the fire if it got us what we wanted.
