“ you have been doing good, very good i must say. ” he was devilish for the devil once was the most beautiful angel within the skies of heaven and still beautiful remained within the layers of lyres and sulfur —hyachint moving ever so swiftly towards the boy he had taken under his wing ( the doll, the lovely one to hold close for it made his heart feel a little less cold ) with tissues at hand, ready to dab away the trickles of red from his nostrils. hanbin was a formidable source of energy, one that still was so raw and in need to be further guided —guidance he knew the korean nation couldn’t give because of the prejudice among those arts considered kin to the dark, arts that in dear russia would be celebrated as highly as any other sweet talent a magi could be bestowed with. “ but now you’re overdoing, and that’s gonna hurt you so bad, schnezinka. i think it is time for today to retire back home, have a meal —what do you think? ”
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