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Bloodsmoke20“That’s her!” states Pussycat coldly.
“She’s Daemon?” I stare at the screen.
She nods.
She simply nods.
I thought it would be a much more glorious moment when she finally reveals to me Daemon’s identity. Instead, it happened in a flash. There wasn’t anything special or thrilling about it at all.
I disappointedly read Daemon’s real name over and over. Mostly because it was annoying that I didn’t manage to figure it out myself. I didn’t notice the obvious signs, which were essentially crying for recognition. I let the vines of vengeance spawn from anger to fully wrap around my mind, even though I exactly know that everything happens for a reason. Anyone who thinks that there are accidents is an i***t. Without exception, everyone has to pay the price of stupidity.
Daemon
