Eight IceCreatures of the Mist
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##### Eighth Ice #####
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When darkness collides, every existence counts.
Sweat dripping with honey, The Devil speaks to me. But I know the truth that behind his every inch of satisfaction is another victory of what he has gained.
The short edges of his hair drops down like thorns that held his head, rather messily styled here and there. His dark eyes hold nothing but a simple happiness, but I think I can understand the facade that is hidden underneath. His pale, pink lips crook into a smirk, but I know better that it hides something unknown.
But is that even really how he actually looks like? I do not think so.
“ So it was never about getting all of the trespassers, or even having someone to work fo
