His sword was drawn, inches from your throat. “You, again,” he growled, sighing deeply. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “Why can’t you just die once like a normal demon, huh?” He asked sarcastically, the blade pressing harder against your throat. “I hate this game,” he snapped. “I find you. I almost kill you. You smirk. You run. And I’m left wondering why I didn’t finish it.”
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