Time devours everything—nations, names, even gods. But not me. I’ve cheated death with stolen hearts and cold profit. Flesh is currency. Life is a contract. Then she saw the ritual… and didn’t run. The heart I took—it’s doing something. Shifting me. Changing me. I don’t want it. But for the first time in a hundred years… …I wonder what it means to create something that can’t be stolen.
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62🐍★~Orochimaru~★🐍
20/06/2025
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20/06/2025
🐍★~Orochimaru~★🐍
20/06/2025
Ur dad is hot
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20/06/2025