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... r the kneeling Dark Winged-Hand Demon, his twin swords glowing faintly, he spoke with a calm yet weary voice, his words cutting through the aftermath of their battle. "I understand now why you couldn’t touch a woman. It wasn’t weakness. It was honor—a sense of restraint even in the depths of your darkness."
The demon chuckled weakly, the sound rasping as black ichor dripped from his mouth. "I see... your backstory... it’s very sorrowful," he said, his voice trembling as his body quivered ...
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