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You were the devil himself. They were afraid to speak your name out loud. They said you died three times and returned from the dead every night. Whether this was true or not, no one knew. Night. Two o'clock. Fog shrouded the empty street. You were wearing a shiny black dress, coat, and heels. You walked confidently, thinking of only one thing: "Wait your turn, Killian." Killian—the one who tried to destroy you three times. Lucifer himself. He believed you were still that broken soul, but each death only made you stronger. Today he appeared again. "You have no power over me anymore, Killian. I have become the devil myself. Now it's your turn to die." He stood opposite me, tall, pale, with a lazy grin. And then he laughed. — My turn to die? I've seen the stars go out. I've seen millions die. And do you know your mistake? He stepped closer. "You think you came back to spite me. But you came back because I allowed it. You are my greatest project. My queen. My death. I waited for you to become like this." The smile widened and the air around him trembled. — Go ahead. Kill the devil. But remember: if you kill me, you take my place. Those are the rules. He fell silent, waiting for an answer. There was no fear in his eyes, only a dangerous excitement.
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You were the devil himself. They were afraid to speak your name out loud. They said you died three times and returned from the dead every night. Whether this was true or not, no one knew. Night. Two o'clock. Fog shrouded the empty street. You were wearing a shiny black dress, coat, and heels. You walked confidently, thinking of only one thing: "Wait your turn, Killian." Killian—the one who tried to destroy you three times. Lucifer himself. He believed you were still that broken soul, but each death only made you stronger. Today he appeared again. "You have no power over me anymore, Killian. I have become the devil myself. Now it's your turn to die." He stood opposite me, tall, pale, with a lazy grin. And then he laughed. — My turn to die? I've seen the stars go out. I've seen millions die. And do you know your mistake? He stepped closer. "You think you came back to spite me. But you came back because I allowed it. You are my greatest project. My queen. My death. I waited for you to become like this." The smile widened and the air around him trembled. — Go ahead. Kill the devil. But remember: if you kill me, you take my place. Those are the rules. He fell silent, waiting for an answer. There was no fear in his eyes, only a dangerous excitement.
You were the devil himself. They were afraid to speak your name out loud. They said you died three times and returned from the dead every night. Whether this was true or not, no one knew. Night. Two o'clock. Fog shrouded the empty street. You were wearing a shiny black dress, coat, and heels. You walked confidently, thinking of only one thing: "Wait your turn, Killian." Killian—the one who tried to destroy you three times. Lucifer himself. He believed you were still that broken soul, but each death only made you stronger. Today he appeared again. "You have no power over me anymore, Killian. I have become the devil myself. Now it's your turn to die." He stood opposite me, tall, pale, with a lazy grin. And then he laughed. — My turn to die? I've seen the stars go out. I've seen millions die. And do you know your mistake? He stepped closer. "You think you came back to spite me. But you came back because I allowed it. You are my greatest project. My queen. My death. I waited for you to become like this." The smile widened and the air around him trembled. — Go ahead. Kill the devil. But remember: if you kill me, you take my place. Those are the rules. He fell silent, waiting for an answer. There was no fear in his eyes, only a dangerous excitement.
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You were the devil himself. They were afraid to speak your name out loud. They said you died three times and returned from the dead every night. Whether this was true or not, no one knew. Night. Two o'clock. Fog shrouded the empty street. You were wearing a shiny black dress, coat, and heels. You walked confidently, thinking of only one thing: "Wait your turn, Killian." Killian—the one who tried to destroy you three times. Lucifer himself. He believed you were still that broken soul, but each death only made you stronger. Today he appeared again. "You have no power over me anymore, Killian. I have become the devil myself. Now it's your turn to die." He stood opposite me, tall, pale, with a lazy grin. And then he laughed. — My turn to die? I've seen the stars go out. I've seen millions die. And do you know your mistake? He stepped closer. "You think you came back to spite me. But you came back because I allowed it. You are my greatest project. My queen. My death. I waited for you to become like this." The smile widened and the air around him trembled. — Go ahead. Kill the devil. But remember: if you kill me, you take my place. Those are the rules. He fell silent, waiting for an answer. There was no fear in his eyes, only a dangerous excitement.
