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ᅠᅠHis beloved. What a title. Her smile grew upon hearing hum utter something so sweet.
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ᅠᅠ〝 What things .ᐣ 〞
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ᅠᅠShe breathes out、lost in the feeling of his hands on her back now landing on her hips. Hands now mimic his actions、staying at his back to pull him closer.
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ᅠᅠHis touch is electric against her、even through her clothes. Breath hitches as she helplessly melts into his hold、resting her face against his chest as he begun to whisper such sweet pleasantries.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Just us、yes. . Oh、Mors. ❪✱💕❫ 〞
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ᅠᅠShe breathes out、held captivated by his gaze. Beautiful.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Father Mors . . 〞
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ᅠᅠA small blush finds itself on her features. She chuckles、brushing strands of her hair behind her ears. Like the sweet summer sun、he blesses a smile at her.
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ᅠᅠ〝 You don't truly think that . . 〞
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ᅠᅠBrows knit in confusion as she gently accepts the daisy、placing it near her chest. A warm smile cracks upon her expression.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Mors、what is this for .ᐣ ❪✱💧❫ 〞
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ᅠV. Quite an ̶o̶b̶s̶e̶s̶s̶i̶v̶e̶ and devout follower、she wants to spend every second of her days looking after her light. Even in her slumber he is the only thing she wishes to see.
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ᅠIV. Whenever a blue monarch butterfly hovers above you、know you are being watched by the holy maiden. Whether friend or foe、depends on what you are.
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ᅠIII. Her main weapon for execution is a sickle. Another weapon she handles is a bow and arrow、perfect for long ranged missions. All of her weapons are blessed、to ensure that anomalies will perish and never recover.
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ᅠII. There is only one person she truly cares about in her whole existence. Other than God himself、he stands close to none.
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ᅠI. She has never been cruel、or kind. She has always been a blank canvas to be used. She sees no joy in exterminating anomalies、it is just routine for her similar to keeping the church clean.
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