All the Sulixs could never like a mythical being such as Ian who they deemed to be imbecile and disgusting. Every air around him brought the smell of rustic iron, the scent of blood, and the fragrance of death. They couldn't stand back, eyes still glaring, Aryl hissed. "Do you think we would let go of you this easily? That girl is the sweet child, she's not someone a being like you should ever dream to touch of! Take your hands off the girl!"
The Demon’s Bride
Fantasy · mata0eve
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