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Hell is crumbling down on me. My head is spinning a thousand degrees per second as I spring to my feet again albeit with so shaky limbs. I have to clench to my seat for aid as I strut behind it struggling to ponder on any connotation of this hell of a farce as Damian's demeaning frame racks tall before me.

Damian - Almenda - Riccaforte? He is that ghost? That... How come? Why the fuck didn't I know? What's this? A fucking hoax?

I am peering deep into his familiar bottomless orbs, exploring for answers or any inkling that denote that this is a prank, but the ice in them doesn't give any hint of this being a hoax. Their dark alluring glow is still so strong as always, but today, right this minute, my eyes have assumed a certain dominant power that abates his dominant ones for the first time since I knew him. His stern gaze is everywhere on my face but my eyes. He doesn't bow down, and of course, and that is anticipated from an intrepid duke of his charisma, but I still can sense the
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