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He didn’t even flinch as his body collided with the floor. His sharp fanged grin merely widened in fact with a well of pride as she stood fiercely in front of him and ready for battle. Oh, he knew he ‘raised’ no damsel and was delightedly prepared for a fight.
The little tick was still healing from her wounds dealt to her by that bastard days prior, and Alastor intended to make sure his protege was well prepared for anything the bowels of this world had in store for her. If she got injured, so be it. At the very least, he could possibly save her from an Angel’s spear.
“Nicely done, my little Jitterbug!” His countenance shifted from the usual soft grin he wore around her to one far more jagged and malicious. Static stood her hair on end as the dials turned wildly in his eyes like a malfunctioning radio.
“But I’m afraid....” A tentacle appeared from the shadows, sharply thwacking her small stature to go flying.““̶͕̯͘.̸̪̐̑.̴̫̌̈.̵̩̏̃Y̵͕͗̃ͅò̵̯ǘ̵̥’̶̥̫͂ŕ̸̘̋ë̷̥̜́ ̴̲̾̕g̵͙͈̊o̴̬̭̾í̴͎̪̒n̶̛̜̚g̴̫̲̅͆ ̸̟͙͠ţ̸̧̊̌ō̶̺ ̴̯̘̍ǹ̶̡̤ȩ̴̜̇̑e̷̘̕d̸̺̕ ̷̳̙̃m̷̭͜͝ò̸̺͓͛r̴̟̿e̷̗͐͝ ̶̛̜̪̇t̶̢͉̄͝h̸̨͘ͅä̴̢̳̒n̷͖̿ ̵͇̈́ṫ̴͇̹h̷̦͙͂a̶̝͂̓͜t̵͖͚̽!̸̞̈́”̶͈̩͊͝
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