Mar 28
Between Sacrifice And Self Slaughter, Chapter 8: If You Talk Enough Sense, Then You'll Lose Your Mind
"The fire in my blood is both a blessing and a curse, for I will always need something to burn." He didn't move the sword from her neck. She didn't take her hand off the blade. "I'll tell you what I can if you stop threatening me." Vergil snorted, and raised a brow, disbelief that she'd dare to level demands at him evident. A quirk of lips, and she sighed, drew out the word, almost petulant, "fine."
Behold!!! Chapter 8 of BSASS!!! 14k words and I feel like I've freed myself from a beast lol. Hope y'all enjoy!!!
