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Chapter 37. |Bells and Beliefs|
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2020-09-21 20:21:59I burst out in genuine laughter at that, feeling the stress and aches of the past few days lift as I laughed at his reply. I however stopped when I noticed he wasn't laughing along but was looking at me with mild irritation written all over his face.
"You're serious?" I searched his face, looking for any sign that he had been kidding. I found none. Azazel didn't tell jokes unless they were sick and amused him, I remembered.
"Yes, child. I'm quite serious."
"What are you? A vampire or something? I thought you were capable of all things."
"First, I am capable of most things, to an extent," he replied, his tone clipped and for the first time, I noticed what he was wearing. He had on a black hoodie on an equally black jean which looked like it had seen better days. "Second, there's no such thing as vampires, it was a rumor that I started hundreds of years ago to explain the cravings of women back then. You humans
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Dirty Deals With The Devil Chapter 35. |Cries and Carriages |
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