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.

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The look on his face seeing him around him the wind the blood and the agony of the last breath... gives victim, that look in his eyes... Seeing with growing desperation beyond all desire. 


He was looking transfixed at what he was doing to him. 


The Suzaku demon son of Cain and Lilith eating his ass with his legs raised, meanwhile, he himself was looking in his direction at the bloody clothes and thus realized the horrible truth even seductive. 


Then he killed... He killed... he killed a follower... and he killed the follower to use her blood as a lubricant to eat him, in which he would kill everyone there to satisfy him and kill anyone who interrupt your pleasure. 


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