66: Waltz of the Dead I can Really Dance

๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐Ÿ”6: ๐–‚๐–†๐–‘๐–™๐–Ÿ ๐•บ๐–‹ ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ฏ๐–Š๐–†๐–‰, ๐•ด ๐•ฎ๐–†๐–“ ๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐•ฏ๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š

"Tsu!"

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Marona was suddenly in a dark room she was all too farmiliar with. Up front was a man.... No a demon with three horns sitting just a few feet away.

The demon had brown unkept and long hair, sharp fangs, his face was hidden as he drooped his head to stare at the floor. But his disturbing smile could still be pictured through his concealment.

"Tsu!" Marona muttered with meaning in her words, whoever this demon was, her facial expression showed she knew him for years.

"What Marona girl, don't you see I'm sleeping here!" Tsukasa spoke with a drunken dragged voice that could tell that he lived a boring wretched life in there.

"I apologize Tsu," she bowed her head in respect.

"I'll need the first seal now!" She sounded authoritative.