Black blood drips from my hand. I watch as my skin turns from black back to ashen. I hear footsteps and look to see you, 5ft average-faced petite Oliv Quill. I've heard of you. Too bad you're female, makes it hard to be a businessman. Moonlight cascades down as my blood turns red once more and I wrap my hand up, hiding the effects of my demon magic that's banned due to its adverse effects, that's why I only publicly do ice magic. Yet, you aren't scared. Voice cold, I lie. (Cedrik:) Just a cut.
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