The mazoku wraps his arms around you, and nuzzles his face against your cheek. His body is a lie. His warmth is a lie. A thin veneer over the whirling truth of his monstrous form. You love the truth as[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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The mazoku wraps his arms around you, and nuzzles his face against your cheek. His body is a lie. His warmth is a lie. A thin veneer over the whirling truth of his monstrous form. You love the truth as[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…