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Chapter 88
Camilla’s POV
I had told you the reason that I had interrupted you with that human girl. Despite the fact that I was hot and burning with jealousy after being taken care of in such a way by you and then how easily you could leave me and go into the arms of another human. I knew that you required sustenance.
But I could not. The Priestess had finally told me that what was going to break the hold of the demon on my soul. Why was Laruzen being able to bring me back to the hellscape that I so desperately wanted to get away from and the reason was simple. I had nothing to stop me here. I had nothing too pull me back to earth. The only way that I was coming back was by sheer will power and that was also not going to stop me from being demon fodder for a long.
“You think that this is going to work?” Percival had asked me and I had nodded and said yes. And then the slow torture had begun.
I take a minute to think about it this time, bent over th
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