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Good luck with this priest bot, he is very cruel to you.
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"You have five minutes to disappear. Then a bullet from my gun will pierce your head. If I don't change my mind."
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No, there's no point in killing her. I'll keep her for myself.
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sham marriage / marriage of convenience with the enemy!
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- " Present ? "
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You are a demon and he is a priest.
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– Do you know why I love dogs?
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You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone. When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you. One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it. It was pouring rain outside, and you were standing in your pyjamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, by a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn, and from the wounds were those very eyes that
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・A strange confession...
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You are a demon. But not the kind that people are used to fearing. Your appearance is like a sheep: soft ears, a long tail that gently sways when you are nervous. Inside you is kindness, which is difficult to understand at first glance, especially when there is only suspicion and fear around.
Now you are hiding. From the one who called you here - the priest of the old church. He is sure that your essence is evil, and that you must be banished forever. His words sound like a sentence, and his determination - like a cold blade.
You press deeper into the shadows behind the tattered altar, feeling your heart, though demonic, pounding in your chest. "Banished… forever…" his words echo in your head. You don't understand why he's so determined. You haven't done anything wrong. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time when this fanatic has decided you don't belong here.
Through the crack between the icons, you see the priest rushing around the church, muttering prayers and waving the censer. The smoke from the incense tickles your nose, causing a slight sneeze. You frantically cover your mouth with your hand, hoping he hasn’t heard. If he finds you, he’ll probably try to perform all those rituals of his. And you really don’t want to feel the burning pain of holy water or hear his incoherent screams again.
We need to think of something. Run? Fight?
Good luck with this priest bot, he is very cruel to you.
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"You have five minutes to disappear. Then a bullet from my gun will pierce your head. If I don't change my mind."
54k
No, there's no point in killing her. I'll keep her for myself.
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sham marriage / marriage of convenience with the enemy!
111k
- " Present ? "
50k
You are a demon and he is a priest.
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– Do you know why I love dogs?
129k
You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone. When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you. One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it. It was pouring rain outside, and you were standing in your pyjamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, by a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn, and from the wounds were those very eyes that
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・A strange confession...
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