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The scent of rotten human flesh was like the scent of his victory. 

Dark eyes stared his own bloodied left hand with so much of passion, the blood stains were drying and the stinky-sticky dark red liquid still wasn't disgusting Alejandro. 

With his eyes monstrously blank, he smirked ironically. 

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