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I've been trying to distract myself all day but the crystal keeps pulling me back every single time. Looking at it, I feel a strange connection and when I stare at it for a while, it seems like the lines start to dance under my eyes.
I don't know where this fascination is coming from, I'm not the kind of guy who gets wild over sparkle and shimmer. But maybe it's the fact that this is not just some random gem I'm holding, but instead it belongs to the devil. The scariest being a human can imagine.
I mean, I personally grew up as an atheist and planned to die as one but according to my companions, Satan is real and tonight we are going to summon him.
When the rebels had disclosed their plan earlier, us mortals almost shat our parents.
Yes, rebels and mortals.Β That's how we like to separate our groups.