My Friends, the Stars

Stolas, the goetian prince, however, would not fall. except for one. that was where the cigarette held delicately within his long fingers. he had fallen, for the very one who had given him that pack of cigarettes.

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Mending the Broken: Chapter Seven

The demon... they were familiar. but not familiar too. how could both be true simultaneously? she stiffened. _shit._ the owl demon. "wait..."

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Mending the Broken: Chapter Three

The demon... well, he was tired of crying. stella had mocked him for it, his family had even said, many, many years ago, that it was a weakness to cry, that other demons would take advantage of him and the family if they saw it, knew about it.

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