[There's five minutes of silence. Five minutes to finish the narrative. Five minutes to declare a thing complete, stack the papers ever-so-neatly on top of each other, and then resting his hands on both sides of the pages. A completed manuscript, born of torture and madness and horrified desperation. A completed manuscript that leads back home. In it, a greater farce.
A smile that is not flicks across Alucard's face.]
Too many things between our families come from the word witchcraft.
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A smile that is not flicks across Alucard's face.]
Too many things between our families come from the word witchcraft.