"(...) The Fall came to deliver on his promise. He wouldn't be outsmarted, he wouldn't be stopped. It was grim determination that kept him going. The same grim determination that motivated birds to fly south, that turned nations of ants against each other in bloody wars. Millions against millions.
His dark eyes wandered: The moon had just arisen and somewhere in the bushes, a lizard just rushed back into his den. Apparently, the purple imp was still begging for him to let her keep the ghost. "You can't have him! He's my best friend. You just can't have him!"
"I will find it and I will bring it back to where it belongs. You have no power over me." (...) "
Kerishre - the purple imp - belongs to me. plz don't steal!
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