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[fuckingdemon]

His chest cracked and caved when the driver struck. But I'm a fucking demon... Disbelief crowded the edges of his vision as Azrael stared at the shattered ceramic wound in his torso. It wept a sticky black substance, and with an almost clinical detachment, he noted that his heart had disappeared. Or maybe I never had one. A sharp, stinging

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[oldestbeloved]

I'm sorry.

[fuckingdemon]

Life goes on. Inevitably.

[oldestbeloved]

If you can call it living.

I'm sorry. That was rude.

Anyway. We're all here, if you ever... need us.

[fuckingdemon]

Life, survival, it's all the same thing.