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The blood demon got closer to Philip, “come on, don’t act as if you don’t know.” She gave him a wide smile, “you know perfectly that you’re a horrible person, all of the things you did were not for your supposed ‘greater good’,” the human was about to protest, but she made him shut up. “No, it’s time for me to talk,” after all, who knew for how long she’d be able to remain in control?
“No matter how much you wipe your hands, the blood will still remain. Every evidence you burned, the ashes will roam in every corner. The bodies you buried, will create new life and will know every single one of your sins.” She grabbed him by the neck, “so come on, why are we letting the impatient souls, hoping for your death wait? Let’s give them a joy!” Her claws buried under his skin, the blood trailing down her arm, “you will beg for the forgiveness you don’t deserve.”
Philip tried to remove her hand, well, she’d give him that last wish, she tore it right out of his neck, “have fun bleeding to death and facing the consequences of your own actions.” She left him in the throne room to die.
“The people in the after life are preparing a ball and you, will be the floor they dance on,”