Mary Moore
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"Congratulation on your pregnancy. But alas..." Beatrice and I failed to react in time, as Alphonse already sent her flying while my back hit the wall. I winced at the pain in my back, gripping Alphonse's arm on instinct. I gazed down, only to realize half of his finger plunged into my chest. It wasn't that deep yet, so I mustered my remaining energy to stop his hand. 'Sam, I think I'm dead...' I muttered internally while gritting my teeth and glaring at the man before me. "Duchess, I don't…
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While Samael walked away, leaving Noah to do all the work, his mind drifted to a memory of the past. A memory from a long time ago which held no importance, but still etched deep in his mind. Samael grunted, wincing at the slightest movement the second he woke up. He looked around to see he was still in the dungeon, where he was tortured until he passed out. "He surely gets creative every time," he mumbled through his gritted teeth while crawling to the wall to lean in. Samael had a hard time with…
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"It's here, my lord," Noah announced as soon as he barged into the room in the estate they infiltrated. He turned his head to his right and went in when Samael walked towards him. Noah's eyes instantly landed on the coffin lying in the middle of the empty room. "My lord, this…" he looked back at Samael, who was by the door with furrowed brows. Samael gazed at him with a complicated expression before setting his eyes on the coffin behind Noah. "This feels wrong," Samael muttered, which alarmed…
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"... that is only possible now." "I understand, Klaus, but this case is different." Samael shook his head, fully aware of where was Klaus was coming from. The La Crox siblings were used to showing their affection for each other through violence. They see each other competitively. Their bonding was to infuriate each other, but not to the point they wanted to kill each other. A love and hate relationship. That sort of relationship lasted for a long time until the present time, where only hate…
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"Will you allow this great one to erase your memories?" Everyone one of them could not help but furrow their brows as they looked at each other. After a few seconds of confusion, they set their eyes back to Samael. They figured they wouldn't understand this proposition if he wouldn't explain. "I'm not saying every single one of you, but those party who will enter the palace." Samael raised a finger and pointed it at the few individuals, including Lilou. "This will be tricky, but the thing is, you…
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Meanwhile, in the private estate on the outskirts of the capital. Samael walked out of the estate, seeing that Noah was just standing outside. "Noah," he called, making Noah look back at him. The latter bowed to show respect until Samael stood beside him. "Did you think he believed it?" he inquired, looking at the enormous gates of the estate far ahead. Noah set his gaze forward, rocking his head lightly. "Well, he seemed he did a job well done, Your Grace." "He must be happy. I put all my…
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"Ah!" I gnashed my teeth, blocking Alphonse's attack. "Goodness. Just how thick is your skin? No wonder you're unreasonably shameless." A light scoff escaped my lips, eyes glaring at him. Even though he didn't have a weapon, Catharsis couldn't slice through his palm, and it even trembled under his grip. "My duchess, why do we have to fight?" he cocked his head to the side, tightening his grip around Catharsis' blade effortlessly. "We share the same goal, after all. Your death is not what I want."…
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Meanwhile, in the towers near the cold palace. Claude raised his head at the person who entered his room. He clutched his teddy bear closer to his side, flinging his legs forward and backward while sitting on the chair. "What is it that you need, Uncle, the sixth prince?" Claude inquired in a tiny voice. "Does Father know you are here?" "Why would he need to know?" Alistair inquired, leaning his side against the jamb of the door, arms crossed. There was a moment of silence between them. Alistair…
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"Ahh...!" Just as the tip of my fangs pressed against Yul's neck, I drew back and winced in pain. I gazed down at my leg, seeing Lakresha's dagger version in it. "I managed." I exhaled sharply as I managed to wake myself up from this nightmare. "Go away Yul." I pushed Yul's chest away while holding the dagger plunged in my thigh. Yul took a step back, gazing at me in disbelief. "But... you will --" "Yulis!" My voice hitched as my eyes sharpened, glaring at him. "I will rather lose my sanity…
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I heard her heels click against the marbled floor as she approached. Deep down, I knew I shouldn't be listening to her or to the voices in my head. But I couldn't stop myself, nor I could stop myself from staring at the throne. "What are you doing here, Your Royal Highness?" Yul inquired, alarmed at what was going on. "What is going on is we are putting things back to where they should be." Now Alphonse had also entered the scene. "Your Grace... Lilou, let's go." Yul held my wrist in panic, but…
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