Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

Desires Of Eternal Bible Black Of Shadows

He felt the morning heat and his naked body was healed making him float for seconds later, the heat wave, the very heat radiating from his eyes and forming a hole in the ceiling, which he knew was not just from the sun, but it made no difference. . 


It was the same feeling every morning, even though there was no sun to welcome him, that was strange, he intones in his own thoughts, if he had no sun, to radiate, how he went through the same feeling every morning. 


Apparently, the irradiation of the Sun was not necessary, but now when realizing that the atmosphere is artificial sunlight, or even the heat of a regenerative machine from the Dark Fortress. 


It wouldn't make a difference, when the rudimentary robot floating green in appearance of the devil, who came to receive and so said. 


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