With the time after death, beyond the beginning of life when finding those who died, between looking for those people who fit that description, when thinking about their strengths, even those that were their most vivid.
So, now, the greatest detective in the world, even though he was in the midst of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same outings, which he was on at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, that time, with each of his loves, Now that he had great power.
Even now, when he found out when those who sought justice and revenge, the dead and their signs returned to the world of the living, they sought his help, there was that time, part of him, part of his DNA, so since he always thought to be that she used to admire fairy tales, from horror to mysteries.
those who died before had no meaning, it didn't mean he wasn't murdered, it meant he wasn't found, what happened between the stakes, where he put everything there.

Chronicles And Tales From Witches And Demons In Crimson

So for the first time in centuries Trigon the demon slept peacefully embracing his new mate for the next few hours until true dawn with hope in their hearts. 


This was the best feeling he'd felt in all the hundreds of years he'd lived in disguise among humans a cozy warmth and so a steady breath a beating heart and this was his mate this one slept without nightmares and even though they were without quilts they were sleeping well. 


Being that even though his thoughts were comfortable he felt fine until his human companion was about to wake up and so he looked back one arm behind his head and the other hugged his waist both gloriously. 


They were naked and clean of any dirt and yet, as Kurama looked at his abdomen it was free of any scars and abrasions it was the first time in decades that he had seen him without any marks in his life. 


"Trigon..." Kurama asked turning to face the demon. 


"Yes..." he asked opening his red eyes and looking at his companion. 


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