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... dents gathered.
Her serpentine red eyes were still... unnaturally so, while her snow-white hair moved with the breeze as if they had minds of their own.
She didn’t care about what was happening around her.
She didn’t care how people were staring at her. Some in awe while others in fear.
She was the daughter of the demon king. And the one who inherited the Noctharion bloodline in its purest form.
The twin obsidian horns on her head were proof of that. As no ...
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