Chapters 66 & 67
Vincent looked at the boy who had gone limp, blood had covered his forearm and his hand began to touch the boy’s heart. Damn it Crow, I need you to wake up. Wake up! He began to take the heart into his hand,still beating. He looked Crow in the face. I’m sorry. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. His arm prepared itself to rip the heart out. His hand gripped it so as to not slip. He gave one great tug… Only his arm never came out of the boy’s chest. When he looked at his arm he saw a pitch black, clawed hand gripping his arm. The hand led to an arm which led to a body partially colored pitch black and on the boy’s face, a horn had shown itself. Red like the color of blood, the horn had brought tears to Vincent’s face. His wish would be granted. His soul would return to where it w
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