[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"][align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]vicious the way caesar looked, vile the thoughts stella had about the dastardly officer. when the foul demon spun around, bloody teeth bared to the cloaked child like unspoken warnings, albeit the fears eating away at the angelic hybrid told every ounce of stella’s soul to abandon the scene and flee the devil’s touch. faith, it kept stella rooted in the moment and helped her to manage at least only a grimace in the face of the terrifying demon rather than a childish breakdown. something very near on the brink. ”i know i disgrace the blood of the lord within me by talking to filth like you, but i’m a humble cherub and disgrace myself in order to lend my lessons to you. take them.” arrogance did not just deep into idle words of the high and mighty angelic hybrid, their soul bathed in it and every syllable that left the child was fermented in it. lavender hues kept themselves high, stella’s chin up and chest puffed.
with a bewildered visage, stella spun around at the sounds of their brother arriving on the scene with an entrance only describable as heroic. of course. elijah was a carbon copy of the same components that comprised of stella, her equal in grace and elegance, eli was also so much worthier than caesar. his hearty roar of pride and justice filled stella with excitement, thrilled to see caesar hopefully transcend his sinful urges and contemplate on his actions. something that realistically seemed more like wishful thinking. but nonetheless stella cheered on her brother, her blood, lazily glancing up to caesar’s soiled mug to bear witness to the officer’s reaction from the hybrid children’s defiance in the face of his intimidation. would he back down? or would the demon prevail in his blood’s calling?
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with a bewildered visage, stella spun around at the sounds of their brother arriving on the scene with an entrance only describable as heroic. of course. elijah was a carbon copy of the same components that comprised of stella, her equal in grace and elegance, eli was also so much worthier than caesar. his hearty roar of pride and justice filled stella with excitement, thrilled to see caesar hopefully transcend his sinful urges and contemplate on his actions. something that realistically seemed more like wishful thinking. but nonetheless stella cheered on her brother, her blood, lazily glancing up to caesar’s soiled mug to bear witness to the officer’s reaction from the hybrid children’s defiance in the face of his intimidation. would he back down? or would the demon prevail in his blood’s calling?
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