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“Ah. Right on time.”

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Creamy white thighs spread wider as he pressed her against the cold stone wall. The house had received several more or less ugly graffiti decorations over the years, and did not exactly provide the most comfortable surface for a quickie. But the demon did not let himself be bothered by that. It was dark anyway, and little more but the moon and a faraway street lamp illuminated the alleyway the two of them occupied. The girl’s head rolled to the side, long blond hair falling over her neck and shoulders before a set of devilish teeth began to tease the soft flesh. She was quivering with every thrust of his’, and yet remained completely silent., her arms dangling lifelessly on either side of her blood painted figure.

Rakshan couldn’t have cared less. He was not going to let himself be stopped by a little inconvenience such as the upcoming death of his lover. If he hadn’t heard the clear sound of footsteps approaching his position, he probably would not have stopped until the grand final at all.

A butterfly lays in his hand, still and obviously lifeless. Nyle frowns as he stares at the poor creature before he stakes a deep breath and touches it. In an instant, the butterfly seems to regain its colour, its wings fluttering before it takes off. Nyle smiles as he watches it go, only to then see the stranger. “H-how long have you been there?”