"I hope that Hector kills you." The breath rasps in his throat. "Do you think I do not hope the same?" he asks.
"We were like gods, at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other."
"That is a splendid name. I am the Glorious Apotheosis. I want to rub my sex organs on you."
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