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"They thought they could break me, but I have risen stronger; now I am the harbinger of their end." Araneae Ruber.
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ARCHIBALD FROWNED as he glared at down at Merewin and Lovechild, who both were on their knees like children getting punished by their father.
"Care to explain again. This time without stuttering?" Archibald repeated.
Merewin quietly side eyed Brighter, hoping she would curb the situation even if it was just for a bit.
But Archibald glared at him, "Don't even think about, before I pull your eyes to the back of your head."
Vernon sniffled a laugh as he sat on the arm of the couch with a wine in hand.
His snicker didn't go without a punishment, as Brighter smacked him lightly on the leg, and threw him a light glare. He looked away and showed his head back to the wine.
