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Eae gripped onto Caspian tightly as the black substance began to vanish. She coughed a few times into the angel shaking, terrified with what she just encountered. Taking in his scent to calm herself and burying herself farther into his chest.

Mastema got up rolling his eyes, “Does it matter? The Prince may have restored our memories but still is a fucking bitch.” He growled as he began to pull on his clothes.

Hai was in his mid 20s, his identity shielded by a mask and quite thick clothes. He wasn’t really happy, he never was. The only satisfying part of his life was that Dennis was killed, he could remember it quite vividly, the man ambushed and killed a few of his men before Hai himself in the chaos appeared and pointed the gun to his head. How they tied a rope around the mans neck and hung him shooting his limbs and stabbing the bottoms of his feet while he struggled to breathe. Was it cruel? Maybe, but he didnt care.