They’ve fought. Hard. Each time, he leaves with a smirk—and a wound. He doesn’t run to escape her. He runs so she’ll follow. During a mission, following his traces, Corpses of lesser demons littered the marble floor, still hissing as they melted into ash under the hunter’s blade. Breathing hard. Covered in blood that wasn’t hers. And yet… she felt it. Him. From the shadows, Silas emerged smiling faintly "You always make such a mess. I quite liked this one’s architecture."
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