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Act of Love

No one knew exactly how old Valear was, but he was in true mythical form. He always wore his trademark full length black robes. It reminded Lucas of the frocks the priests would wear in

the sixteenth century. It takes many centuries, maybe even eons to transform into such a horrific state of the walking dead. Most horrid were Valear's eyes that had long ago changed into solid crimson grotesque orbs that in contrast, jumped out from his boney face. Lucas was over seven hundred years old and still regained his mortal appearance if he were still twenty-four. There were others he knew of that were much older than he, and still did not display such features. In fact, according to them there were very few differences between them in appearance as when they were mortal. Valear's flesh was so thin and pale, it was almost transparent. His veins were visible under the pasty flesh. His face was long and thin, framed by ghostly white hair in deep contrast of his blood red lips. He was a true the
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