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... t a scheming mind.
Why then was it that she now laid deceased in a pool of her own blood? Why was it that her heart, that resolutely loyal heart devoted solely to her lord, now laid broken within that monstrous woman's hands?
Where was justice?!
But his roar of indignation caused no ripple within Ilkaalt's contended face, and as she turned toward him, she didn't forget to lick Astarte's blood off her hands.
"Hm. I know my essence controlling skills ...
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