Grizelda Moves

Demon Realm, Vggladilsia.

Upper City.

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Igris pushed through the large doors marking the entrance of the castle with his detached arm gripping onto his shoulder.

He pulled the arm off his shoulder to reattach it properly, it took a lot of effort before it finally fused back. 'Tchh!...I must have given enough space between me and that holy bastard by now, no wonder it's now working'. He cursed.

Luckily it wasn't one of those angels that were good at fighting unless he might really have perished. But wasn't he the same person saying it might be better if he'd been dead a few moments ago?

Seeing death up close always made him reconsider his words. 'Fucking coward!...'. He often blabbed about being strong and how the weak are constantly being oppressed - maybe because that was the only way he knew?