[AUTHOR NOTE: Thanks to Jandro123 for giving me tip on Gumroad.]
[AUTHOR NOTE:WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE, ABUSIVE LANGUAGE AND VOILENT SEX.]
Let's ignore the connection with the screaming girl for now.
Now that the proxy link for Lion's Heart was active, dealing with these monsters was no longer a difficult task.
I raised my hand and waved it gently.
Whoosh!
An invisible wind blade erupted, instantly slicing through a dozen monsters.
Squelch.
Blood splattered. Limbs scattered. The gory scene caused the beasts, who had been fearless until now, to freeze. They showed fear for the first time.
They all took a few steps back.
If they escaped, I wouldn't pursue them. Chasing monsters through a dense forest was troublesome.
My priority was the woman suspected to be the Sin Archbishop of Lust, Capella, who was hiding among the girls. I had to resolve this first.
Unfortunately, the monsters didn't scatter.
"ROAR~"
A massive beast—resembling a bear but far larger and twisted—issued a threatening roar. It was the leader. The other monsters halted their retreat.
However, my ability to instantly kill their kin still instilled fear. They hesitated to launch another attack.
'This behavior...'
If Capella was indeed here, then it was almost certain that these monsters were actually humans she had mutated. Their hesitation and fear were too... human.
"You girls, come over here," I called out to the five defenders.
They didn't hesitate. After witnessing me kill a dozen monsters with a wave of my hand, they knew where safety lay. They quickly retreated behind me.
"Sorry, we've caused you trouble..." one began.
CRUNCH.
The leader monster stomped on a smaller beast next to it, crushing its skull to silence its whining.
I raised an eyebrow.
Although they attacked my girls—which warranted the death penalty—I had held back slightly because they might be victims of Capella's power.
But seeing that? Even if they were once human, they were too far gone. They killed their own kind without hesitation just to intimidate others.
'This guy is definitely not a good person.'
"ROAR~"
The leader roared again, forcing the pack to charge.
I swung my arm again.
SLASH!
A massive wind blade, larger than before, swept through the clearing. It sliced through every single monster without exception. It even cut down a swath of the forest behind them.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Silence returned.
Faced with such astonishing destructive power, the girls were stunned. Only the one whose heart I was currently using as a proxy didn't show much surprise.
"Alright, we're safe now," I said, turning around.
The girls' expressions were complicated. They felt guilty for leaving without repaying my kindness, only to be rescued by me again.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you again," one whispered, looking down.
"I would much rather hear words of gratitude than an apology."
"Th... Thank you."
She stopped apologizing and bowed deeply.
"That's right," I nodded. "But you must be tired. Why don't you take a break? I have something I need to take care of."
As I finished speaking, my gaze fell upon the girl whose heart was currently linked to mine.
I walked straight over to her.
Under the watchful eyes of the other girls, I grabbed her wrist and lifted her up.
"Ouch~ It hurts so much~" she whimpered pitifully.
The other girls were taken aback, but they trusted me too much to intervene.
"Lord Regulus, you're hurting me," she cried, giving me a teary-eyed look.
But her words drew strange looks not only from me, but from all the other girls present.
The girl blinked blankly. She didn't understand why the atmosphere had suddenly shifted.
"Capella," I said coldly. "Don't you know?"
I leaned in closer.
"None of the girls around me ever call me by my name."
"Eh!?"
The girl froze.
Then, her expression shifted. The pitiful act vanished, replaced by a twisted smile.
"Lord Regulus, you really like to joke," she sneered. "How could your wife not even know your name?"
I looked at one of the other girls standing to the side. She understood and gave the answer.
"For... several reasons, we have never actually called him 'Regulus'. We call him 'Benefactor' or... 'Husband'."
The girl whose wrist I held—the Sin Archbishop of Lust, Capella—instantly turned grim.
She had slipped up. She hadn't spent enough time in the mansion to know the specific etiquette the wives used to avoid triggering the original Regulus's temper (who hated his name being spoken casually).
'I messed up,' she realized. 'I should have just killed them all instantly.'
Her body began to ripple and change.
Her face melted and reformed, her height increased, until she returned to her original appearance—the golden-haired, red-eyed Princess.
There was no longer any need to pretend.
"Let me go, or I'll kill your wife," she threatened.
"Give me back my wife, and I'll consider releasing you."
"Hehe~ Do you think that's possible, you idiot?"
She grinned maliciously.
"I, your Mother, turned your precious wife into a repulsive fly! Right now, she's probably already been—Mmph!"
I clamped my hand over her mouth, cutting off her vile words.
"From now on, you don't need to speak anymore," I said flatly.
Listening to her speak spiked my blood pressure. I needed to teach her a lesson first.
With one hand gripping Capella's jaw tightly, I looked at the stunned girls.
"May I borrow the dragon carriage for a moment?"
"Eh! Um... Please feel free to use it!"
Capella is pinned against the carriage wall, her wrists locked in my invincible grip. Her long golden hair is messy, fanning out like a halo around her flushed, angry face.
She bares her fangs, her crimson eyes flashing with hate.
"Let go of me, you piece of trash!" she screams, her voice cracking. "Do you know who I am?! I am the Golden Princess! I am the Archbishop of Lust! You can't touch me!"
She tries to kick me, her leg momentarily transforming into a black, scaled dragon claw before I squeeze her throat, forcing her to revert back to her human skin.
"Don't look at me with those eyes!" she hisses. "I'll gouge them out! I'll turn that handsome face of yours into a pile of fly vomit!"
"You are a noisy woman. A wife should be quiet and obedient. Since you don't know your place, I will teach it to you."
Her crimson eyes widen for a fraction of a second—just enough for me to see the flicker of fear beneath her bravado. She thrashes wildly in my grip, golden hair whipping like a gilded storm as her body begins to warp and twist.
Schlick...
Her skin ripples, bones cracking audibly as she tries to shift into something repulsive—a bloated corpse, perhaps, or a mass of writhing tentacles. But my Authority pulses through my fingers, seizing control at the cellular level. Her flesh trembles and snaps back into that deceptively delicate princess form, her struggles only making her small breasts heave against the torn fabric of her dress.
"Ah!" she gasps, more shocked than pained. "What—how?! My body... you filthy maggot! Don't you dare overwrite my—"
I silence her with a brutal kiss, biting down hard enough to split her lower lip. Black blood—thick and acidic—fills my mouth, burning with the acrid tang of dragon poison. To anyone else, it would melt flesh from bone. To me? It tastes like defiance. Like victory.
She tries to knee me in the groin, but I catch her thigh effortlessly, forcing her leg up and open. The damp heat between her thighs presses against my hip, and her mocking laughter turns into a strangled choke.
"Ah! Ngh—stop! Your disgusting cock isn't worthy of my royal cunt!" she snarls, but her voice wavers. Her pussy is already slick, black fluids soaking through her undergarments and sizzling against the carriage floor. "I'll turn my insides into blades! I'll shred your pathetic dick into mincemeat!"
Squelch.
I tear away the remnants of her dress, exposing her pale, flawless skin. My hand wraps around her throat again, pinning her against the wall as I align myself with her entrance. She screams insults, but beneath the vulgarity, I hear it—the faint hitch in her breath as my tip brushes her clit.
"Your body knows its master," I growl, thrusting deep in one brutal stroke.
**THUD**
The carriage wall cracks behind her from the force. Her back arches violently, a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure twisting her beautiful face. She tries to shift—her inner walls ripple, attempting to form scales, then teeth, then corrosive sludge—but my Authority smothers her power, forcing her cunt to stay soft, wet, and clenching around me like a vice.
Ngh! She bites her bleeding lip, glaring up at me with pure hatred. "You—ah!—you think this matters? I'll just regenerate! I'll—ah!—never break! Never submit!"
I grip her hip hard enough to bruise—not that it lasts. Her flesh mends instantly beneath my fingers, pale skin reforming like water. My other hand tangles in her golden hair, yanking her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat.
"You will," I say calmly, driving into her with relentless strokes. Each thrust is a hammer blow, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the confined space. "Because every time you heal, I take more."
As if to demonstrate, I activate my stolen Authority. Energy surges from her body into mine—vitality, lust, the very essence of her regeneration. Her eyes widen in genuine terror as the wound on her lip stops healing. For the first time in her miserable existence, she bleeds without ceasing.
"Ah... ah!" Her mocking sneer falters. "N-no! Stop plundering me, you thieving dog! My Authority is mine! MINE!"
She thrashes harder, but it's weaker now. Slower. Her perfect breasts bounce with each brutal impact, black juices dripping down her thighs where my cock pistons in and out. The acidic fluids eat at the floorboards, but my skin remains untouched.
"Insolent brat," I murmur, tightening my grip on her hair until her scalp whitens. "You will learn your place. You will beg for my cum like the desperate whore you are."
Her response is a guttural scream—half rage, half unwanted pleasure—as I angle deeper, hitting a spot that makes her cunt spasm violently around me. She tries to bite me again, but all she gets is a mouthful of invincible skin and the taste of her own defeat.
I withdraw from her dripping cunt, ignoring her choked gasp of relief—or is it frustration? Before she can spew more venom, I seize her by the throat and spin her around, slamming her face-first against the cracked carriage wall. Her golden hair spills over her shoulders like tarnished silk, her back arching as I force her onto her knees.
"Open," I command, pressing my cock against her lips. They're still smeared with her own black blood, giving her a grotesque, painted smile.
She snarls, baring her fangs. "Suck on a rusty spike, you—"
I shove into her mouth without warning, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat with a wet glrk. She gags immediately, acidic saliva bubbling around my shaft as she tries to bite down. Her teeth scrape against invincible skin, accomplishing nothing but making her jaw ache.
"Ahhh! Ngh—!" Her muffled screams vibrate around me, a perverse pleasure as I grip the back of her head and thrust deeper. Her throat bulges obscenely, struggling to accommodate my girth as I fuck into her with short, brutal strokes.
"Such a noisy mouth," I muse, watching tears of rage and discomfort streak down her cheeks. "Better used like this, don't you think?"
She glares up at me, crimson eyes blazing with hatred. Her hands claw at my thighs, nails shifting into black talons that scratch harmlessly against my skin. With a grunt of effort, she tries to transform her throat—her esophagus rippling as it attempts to constrict into a vise of bone or acid.
But my Authority surges again, crushing her pathetic resistance. Her throat remains soft, wet, and tight around me, forced to serve as nothing more than a flesh sleeve for my cock.
Ghk! Glrk! She chokes on each thrust, black drool and tears mixing on her chin. Her regal facade crumbles with every gag, every tear—reduced to a sobbing, gagging mess pinned beneath me.
"Pathetic," I sneer, pulling her hair hard enough to lift her head. "The great Archbishop of Lust? Reduced to a cocksleeve. Do you feel it yet? The futility?"
She coughs violently when I withdraw, strings of black saliva connecting her lips to my tip.
Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, black saliva dripping from her swollen lips. She glares up at me, crimson eyes burning with malice even as tears streak her cheeks. "You—cough—you taste like rotten meat left in the sun, you worthless—"
I cut her off by slamming my cock back into her mouth, thrusting deep until her nose presses against my pelvis. She gags violently, her throat convulsing around me as I hold her there, savoring the tightness. Her nails dig into my thighs again, uselessly scraping at invincible skin.
"You talk too much," I say coldly, pistoning in and out of her throat with punishing rhythm. Schlop—glrk—schlop. The lewd sounds fill the carriage, mingling with her choked whimpers. "Let's see if I can fill that filthy mouth with something other than insults."
Her eyes widen in realization a second before I climax. My cock pulses, and I release directly down her throat—thick ropes of cum flooding her esophagus with relentless force. She tries to pull away, to spit it out, but I hold her head locked in place, forcing her to swallow every drop.
Gulp... gulp... ghk!
Her body jerks in protest, but she has no choice. My stolen Authority ensures her throat works against her will, muscles contracting to gulp down my seed. When I finally pull out, strands of cum and saliva stretch between my tip and her lips. She coughs violently, black-tinged sputum splattering the floor where it hisses and burns through the wood.
"You... you fucking pig!" she rasps, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her voice is raw, trembling with fury and humiliation. "I'll vomit your disgusting jizz into your wives' faces! I'll turn it into acid and melt their skin off!"
I grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "Empty threats from an empty vessel." My thumb brushes over her lower lip, smearing a mix of black blood and white cum. "Your body obeys me now. Even your hatred is mine to use."
She spits at me—a glob of acidic fluid that sizzles against my cheek harmlessly. "I'll never obey a walking corpse like you!"
Her defiance is a brittle shield now, cracking with every ragged breath. I flip her onto her stomach, pressing her face into the splintered wood of the carriage floor. Her golden hair fans across her back like a tainted halo, her ass raised high—pale, perfect, and trembling.
Slap!
My palm lands hard on her left cheek, leaving a red handprint that fades instantly. She snarls into the floorboards, "Is that all? My shits have more force than your pathetic—"
I spit onto her tight hole, then press my thumb against it without warning. She jerks violently, a choked gasp escaping her as I work the digit inside. Her body instinctively tries to resist—her muscles clenching, her anus attempting to shift into jagged bone or acidic sludge—but my Authority smothers the change, forcing her to stay soft and pliant.
"You never learn," I murmur, adding a second finger. She hisses, back arching as I scissor them apart, stretching her abused ring. "Your body is mine to mold. Your holes are mine to use."
"Fuck you!" she shrieks, kicking backwards like a feral animal. Her heel connects with my thigh—a pointless impact. "I'll turn your wives' assholes into gaping flesh pits! I'll make them shit themselves every time you—ah!"
I replace my fingers with the head of my cock, pressing against her tight entrance. She grits her teeth, golden hair sticking to her sweat-slicked face as she glares over her shoulder.
"Go ahead, meatbag," she sneers, though her voice wavers. "Ram your rotten sausage in there. I'll just clench until it pops like a zit!"
I thrust forward in one brutal motion.
**KRCH**
The sound is obscene—a wet, tearing crunch as her ass yields to me. She screams, a raw, shattered sound that echoes off the carriage walls. Her nails gouge furrows into the wood beneath her, splinters embedding under her fingertips as she claws for purchase.
"Ah! Nghhhh—!" Her body convulses, trying desperately to expel me or transform, but my power holds her open and vulnerable. Her anus burns around me, tight and hot despite the violent entry. Black blood—thick and acidic—oozes from the torn flesh, sizzling on the floor but doing nothing to me. I grab her hips and pull her back onto my cock, burying myself to the hilt with a grunt.
"Still so tight," I growl, setting a punishing pace. Each thrust is a brutal slam, the slap of skin on skin mingling with her choked sobs. "Even after all these times. Do you clench like this to pretend you're resisting? Or do you secretly crave it?"
"Shut up—ah!—shut up!" she wails, her face pressed into the floor. Her golden hair is matted with sweat and tears, her once-pristine form reduced to a quivering mess. "I'll kill you! I'll rip out your spine and fuck your wives with it!"
I laugh—a low, cold sound—and increase my pace. Her ass ripples around me, struggling to heal between each brutal stroke only to be torn open anew. Black blood smears my thighs and the floor, hissing like a nest of angry snakes.
"Empty words," I say, gripping her hair and yanking her head back. Her spine arches painfully, her throat exposed as I fuck her harder. "Let's see how long that tongue keeps wagging."
I plunder her energy again, draining her vitality with every thrust. Her regeneration slows—the tears in her anus taking seconds instead of moments to heal. Real pain blooms in her eyes now, raw and primal.
"Ngh! Noooo!" She thrashes weakly, her voice breaking. "Stop! Stop taking it! My power—ah!—it's mine!"
"Yours?" I sneer, slamming into her with enough force to make the carriage shudder. "Nothing about you is yours anymore."
Her screams dissolve into broken sobs as I overwhelm her—body, mind, and soul. Each brutal thrust is a reminder of her helplessness, each stolen breath of energy a theft of her very essence. She claws at the floor, golden hair tangled and filthy, her royal facade shattered into irreparable pieces.
And still, I don't stop. Not until she's reduced to a trembling, sobbing wreck—a broken princess choking on her own defeat.
Her sobs turn into jagged laughter, even as my cock pistons into her ravaged ass. "Y-You... ah!... you like breaking little girls, you sick fuck?" she taunts, her voice trembling with pain and malice. "Too bad your tiny dick can't handle a real woman!"
Her body shudders, bones cracking as her form begins to shift—hips widening, ass swelling grotesquely until it's massive and round, the cheeks jiggling with each brutal thrust. She glances over her shoulder, crimson eyes gleaming with mockery.
"Here's a fat ass for your pathetic cock! Now fuck it until you shrivel up and—AH!"
I activate my Authority mid-transformation. Her flesh freezes—half-princess, half-exaggerated whore—then snaps back to her petite form. The sudden reversion makes her scream, her tiny ass clenching violently around me as if trying to crush my cock.
"Nice try," I say, driving into her harder. The force of my thrusts slams her small body forward with each impact, her face scraping against the rough wood. "You think changing your shape will save you? You're just making it easier to break you."
"Ngh!" She spits blood and splinters. "Fuck you! I'll turn into a rotting corpse! You'll be fucking maggots and pus!"
Her skin begins to mottle, turning gray and sloughing off in patches. The stench of decay floods the carriage—putrid and thick. But before the transformation completes, I seize her energy again, draining her vitality until her skin smooths back into pale perfection.
"You're wasting my time," I growl, wrapping her golden hair around my fist like a leash. I yank her head back, arching her spine painfully. "Every transformation, every insult—it only prolongs your suffering."
She bares her bloodied teeth. "Suffering? Ah! I'm enjoying this, you idiot! Your dick is so small it feels like a toothpick in my—"
I silence her by slamming her face back into the floor. Crunch. Her nose breaks, black blood spraying across the wood. It heals instantly, but not before she lets out a pained whimper.
"Liar," I hiss, pounding into her with renewed fury.
Her ass clenches like a vise as I empty myself into her, thick cum flooding her ruined hole. She shudders, a mix of revulsion and unwanted pleasure twisting her face. "Ngh! Disgusting... filling me with your rotten batter like I'm some gutter whore!"
I withdraw slowly, watching black blood and white cum drip from her gaping asshole. It closes instantly, pristine once more—a taunting reminder of her immortality. She tries to crawl away, her movements sluggish and pained, but I grab her ankle and drag her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" I flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. Her golden hair is splayed beneath her like a soiled banner, her small breasts heaving with each ragged breath. "We're not done."
Her crimson eyes widen as I position myself at her dripping cunt. She sneers, but fear edges her voice. "That worthless pussy again? Hah! It's looser than your dead mother's—"
I thrust into her without warning, hilting myself in one brutal stroke. Her back arches off the floor, a scream tearing from her throat as her walls stretch around me. Ah! Her pussy is scalding hot and wet, black arousal sizzling against my thighs.
"You talk too much about mothers," I growl, setting a relentless pace. Each slam of my hips drives the air from her lungs, her tits bouncing wildly. "Did yours abandon you? Is that why you're such a pathetic brat?"
"Shut up!" she shrieks, thrashing beneath me. Her cunt tightens, trying to form barbed ridges or acidic sludge, but my Authority crushes the attempt. "I'll peel your wives' skins off and wear them as coats! I'll fuck their eye sockets with rusty pipes!"
I laugh coldly, gripping her throat to feel her vocal cords vibrate with each hateful word. "Keep screaming. It only makes me harder."
Her nails rake down my chest uselessly as I fuck her with jackhammer intensity. The carriage rocks violently, wood groaning under the assault. She tries to transform again—her hips widening, cunt tightening—but I drain more energy, forcing her body to stay small and vulnerable.
Her defiance is crumbling. Sweat mats her golden hair to her forehead, her once-pristine skin flushed and trembling. Each brutal thrust into her pussy drives another broken gasp from her lips. She claws at my arms, her crimson eyes wild with a mix of fury and desperation.
"Y-You... ah!... think this matters?" she rasps, trying to sneer but her voice cracks. "I'll heal! I'll—ngh!—outlast you! I'll watch you wither into dust while I laugh!"
I lean down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Liar." My hand slides between our bodies, fingers finding her clit and rubbing hard, fast circles. "Your body betrays you."
Ah! Her back arches violently, a choked whimper escaping her. Her cunt spasms around me, black fluids gushing as she fights not to cum. "N-no! It's—ah!—just reflex! Like a corpse twitching!"
"Beg," I command, thrusting deeper, grinding against that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. "Beg for mercy, and I might let you cum."
"Never!" she screams, thrashing like a wild animal. "I'd rather swallow boiling piss than beg to a worm like you!"
I increase the pressure on her clit, my cock hitting her cervix with each stroke. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, her insults devolving into fragmented curses. Fuck—ah!—rot in—ngh!—hell!
"Your choice," I say calmly. "I can do this forever." To prove it, I plunder more of her energy. Her regeneration slows further—the bruises on her hips linger, the stretch of her cunt burns without healing. Real pain flashes in her eyes now, sharp and unfamiliar.
"Ah! Stoppp!" She claws at my chest, tears streaming down her face. "Stop taking it! My power—ngh!—it's fading!"
"Then beg."
She shakes her head violently, golden hair whipping across her face. "No! I won't—AH!"
I shift angles abruptly, driving into her g-spot with pinpoint precision. Her body betrays her—a guttural moan rips from her throat as her cunt clenches rhythmically around my cock.
"Ah! N-no!" Her voice is a shattered whisper now, raw from screaming. "Please... stop... I can't—ngh!—I can't take anymore!"
Tears stream down her face, mixing with the black blood from her bitten lips. Her body trembles beneath me, her cunt fluttering weakly around my cock. She looks broken—her golden hair tangled, her regal features contorted in agony—but I know better. Capella is a creature of malice, a viper waiting to strike.
"Please... sob... let me go," she whimpers, her claws retracting into human nails as she paws weakly at my chest. "I'll... I'll behave... just stop..."
I lean close, my breath hot against her ear. "Liar." My thrusts grow sharper, deeper, each one punctuated by the wet slap of flesh. "You'd slit my throat the moment I showed mercy."
Her pussy tightens around me—not from resistance now, but from the relentless stimulation. She shakes her head frantically, crimson eyes wide with panic. "No! I swear! I'll—ah!—obey! I'll be your good little whore!"
"Prove it," I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises that fade instantly. "Cum for me. Show me you're more than a feral beast."
"Ngh!" She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moan building in her throat. "I-I won't! I'm not—ah!—some bitch in heat like your wives!"
I plunder more energy, draining her until her regeneration stutters. The pain makes her scream, her back arching off the floor as her cunt spasms uncontrollably. Ah! No! Her walls clamp down on me like a vice, black fluids gushing as she climaxes against her will.
"See?" I murmur, watching her writhe in shameful ecstasy. "Your body knows its master."
She sobs openly now, her defiance crumbling into shattered fragments. "Hate you... sob... I hate you..."
I don't slow down. Instead, I push her legs back, folding her nearly in half as I fuck into her with renewed vigor. Her overstimulated cunt quivers around me, each thrust drawing a broken whimper. Her golden hair is plastered to her face with sweat and tears, her once-mocking lips now parted in a silent scream.
"Please... sob... mercy..." she gasps, her voice barely audible. "No more... I'll... I'll be good..."
I ignore her pleas, my own climax building again. Her pussy is a molten vice, her body trembling with exhaustion and overstimulation. When I finally cum, it's with a guttural groan—flooding her womb with thick ropes of seed.
She convulses beneath me, a weak cry escaping her as she feels the heat of my release. Her cunt milks me desperately, trying to squeeze out every drop even as she shakes her head in denial.
"N-no... not inside... you bastard..." she whimpers, clawing weakly at my arms. "Get out... get out of me..."
I withdraw slowly, watching my cum mixed with her black fluids drip from her gaping pussy. It closes instantly, pristine once more—a taunting reminder of her immortality. She curls into a fetal position, golden hair spilling around her like a shroud, her body trembling with silent sobs.
"Pathetic," I say coldly, standing over her. "All that bravado, reduced to tears."
She doesn't respond. Her face is buried in her arms, shoulders shaking. For a moment, I think she's truly broken—until I see her fingers twitch, black claws forming briefly before dissolving again. A viper, even when wounded.
I grab her hair, yanking her head up. Her crimson eyes meet mine, filled with tears but still burning with hatred. "Remember this feeling," I say softly. "Next time you consider disobedience."
She spits in my face—a weak glob of black saliva that sizzles harmlessly against my skin. "Go... fuck a corpse... you walking grave..."
I smile. There she is. The real Capella—vile, defiant, and utterly mine.
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