A/N: oh man! Sorry this is really late. I was finishing up a different story chapter and also got caught up in other story projects. Things have been crazy! But it's here now, lemon in this one, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7

Flames of Passion or Destruction?

The crackle of the fire made Pip's eyes go wide in awe of the flame. It was late and Pip had stayed up, waiting for a time perfect for slipping away. The evening had begun with quite a chill. And the flames of this fire made him feel warm. He tossed tinder into the fire with a sigh. He wrapped the wool blanket around him tighter, desperately wanting it to be Damien with his arms around him, delved into the demon's warmth. His heart fluttered with the thought. 'Soon,' He thought. 'Very soon.'

His eyes dipped closed often, but the thought of seeing Damien made him stay awake. The reason being why he hadn't left yet was that his parents were beyond suspicious of the boy. The last time didn't go over too well. Although the more he sat there, the more tired he got. This wouldn't last long, he would need to go, now. He folded the wool blanket and set back over the chair. He made quick of gather his things and slipped away into the night. The smell of fresh fallen snow had enter his nose and surrounded him. The chill made him cringe, but he took one large step and bound off. The corn fields were beginning to fall under the weight of the snow. This would make it seemingly more difficult for Pip to see Damien during the day. He pulled his arms in close, collecting the warmth that was gathering to the center of his body.

He arrived quickly, his feet numb and wet from running in the snow and his heart racing from it all. His fingers were freezing having forgotten his gloves. He could barely keep a fist to knock. Fortunately for him, he didn't have to. Damien swung the door open, but unfortunately for Pip stumbled over the wood and nearly fell to the floor of Damien's cabin. Using one of his demon powers of incredible speed, Damien caught Pip before he could face plant into the blushed furiously from embarrassment. He was so tired he lost his footing and right in front of Damien too.

"Pip you're quite graceful." Damien commented. Pip laid his knees to the ground as Damien sat him up easy. Pip manage a glare through his flushed face, which Damien found amusing. He smiled, cupping his face with both hands. Pip's glare fell and his heart throbbed in his chest from Damien's touch. Damien's smile quickly fell, "You're an icicle Pip! Quick, let's get you warmed up." Damien said. Damien stood up and shut the door, pulling Pip up with him. He held him tightly in his arms filling Pip with as much warmth as possible. It only did so much. Damien smiled and rubbed their noses together and gave Pip a peck on the lips. He made quick of his movements, swiping Pip off his feet and carrying the blonde bridal style and gently brought him to the bed to lay him down and cover him up in Damien's blankets. Pip clenched onto the sheets and waited for Damien to join him. Pip remained silent, too tired to find his voice. Damien lined his features with his finger, admiring the lines of Pip's face. Pip blushed, attempting to hide his face either in the comforter or Damien's chest. Damien ran his fingers through his blonde hair, leaving the blonde in a content state. He slowly fell into blackness of sleep. Damien watched him sleep and breath in and out evenly.

Damien found himself not sleeping lately. He would just watch the blonde sleep like a guard dog in the night. He wanted to make sure Pip had a full night sleep since everything in the village has gone bat shit crazy. Pip's been sensitive lately,to put it lightly, and Damien's been there every second for him. He's terrified of what might happen if they were found out. What might happen to Damien? Pip would freak out ever now and again about it. Damien would have to calm him down and assure him that as long as they were together he would be protected. It's getting colder and harder to hide now. Damien saw Pip shiver and he pulled the blanket up on him and pulled him closer. He laid his head down next to Pip's and watched his face intently. His eyes fell closed and joined Pip in sleep.

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Pip had taken up to cleaning the fields after the harvest. He had to remove the stalks in the corn field so they aren't forced down by the snow that keeps falling, day in and day out. By doing this he is crippling his ability to sneak off. But, he also knows that his brother will keep his cover as well. Then again, he's wearing his trust thin with Jeremiah. He knows he will never spill the beans about his relationship with the son of the devil. His heart throbbed in his chest. He would have to make his nights with Damien dwindle as long as the weather is this bad. He might catch cold and people would start to ask question. And those question would pile up with no answers.

He felt fear creep up on him again. Something was coming; something bad and he knew it. His nerves are wearing thin. He felt his hands shake with dead stalks between them. He breathed out, trying to keep his cool.

"Phillip..." Pip jolted, nearly dropping his stalks out of fright. It was Jeremiah. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you alright; you seem all shaken up." His brother asked, reach for the stalks and putting them into a bucket.

Pip nodded, "Aye. No problem." Pip said. Pip felt a sort of nervous rush and he picked the bucket of dead stalks. "I'm alright, just need to finish up." He took off down the middle of the field and back to his home. He put the bucket down and huffed a few deep breaths of air. He knew his brother would know something was up with him. If Pip wouldn't fess up anytime soon he would go to their parents. If something was wrong with Pip he would want to make sure he would fix it. That was just his brother, always looking out for him.

He pulled tighter on his coat and pulled his hat down to keep warm. He wondered into town to grabbed some wood for the stove. As he approached Mr. Weave, the man who chops the wood, he stopped, his eyes growing wide. "Oh, Phillip, how are ye?" Mr. Weave asked the young blonde.

"What's happened?!" Pip asked.

"All my wood is gone, burned up in the night. I haven't the slightest inkling of what happened." Mr. Weave explained. "I closed shopped last night and came back this morning and all my wood was charred; all of them!" He said.

"Oh my!" Pip said in shock. "Whatever shall you do?"

"It's going to be a cold winter if I can't get more wood to keep all these families warm."

"Oh surely I can help with anything." Pip offered.

"No, young Pip, there is nothing you can do for me." Mr. Weave assured. Pip sighed, feeling there was something he could do, but Mr. Weave was a modest man and he couldn't ask poor little Pip to do this for him. Pip would have argued, but he didn't want to make the man upset. "Run along Pip, I'll send for you when I have bundles ready again."

"Are you sure?" Pip asked.

"Aye," The old man nodded. Pip then nodded and went on his way. Things have been crazy. First the livestock dying out and then the wood being all burned up what next? Pip often wondered if Damien was in anyway involved with this. He didn't think he could handle if he was. But, there was a part of him that understood, if the Devil was as scary as he was perceived to be, if he told Damien to do something -like Pip would his father- he'd have to obey. He was freighted at the thought of what was to come. He hoped nothing too reckless. But, he didn't doubt Damien, no, not in the slightest.

"Damien," He mumbled to himself. Pip felt a chill colder than he had ever felt in his life. His whole body felt numb. Why did things suddenly get harder? He kept get colder and colder until the chill and numbness turned to pain and almost agony. He shook. How could a name such as his-sweet and wonderful; almost like candy- make him feel pain all of a sudden? No, no, it was just his mind running with nonsense, nothing to concern himself with. He picked up his feet and continued to walk home.

Pip had warned Damien of his absence for a while and even though it made his chest feel heavy, he would have to. So, Pip stayed home that night. He couldn't sleep without Damien beside him. He just...didn't feel safe, as strange as that sounds; the son of the devil making him feel safe. He just wanted to roll over and curl up next to Damien, but he knew he wasn't there. Pip frowned and his chest grew heavy. He rolled over and the sheets and buried his into his pillow. He felt his eyes well up with tears and he turned over then sat up. He clenched the sheets letting the tears fall silently. He reached up to his face and attempted to wipe his tears but it proved to be futile. Through blurry eyes he looked down at his hands and held them together and pretended one of them was Damien's. He frowned and his eyes fell felt his body shake and tense up. No, he promised Damien he'd be strong. If it was for Damien he'd do it; then why is this so hard? Maybe it was because he still had questions left on his mind and needed Damien to answer them. He got up from his bed. He just needed some closure, that was all. Right? Yeah, closure, then he would be able to stay away, at least just for a little while.

Before he could make it out fully into the hallway he saw his older brother step out of his room, probably for a drink. Even if Pip could explain his way out of this his brother wouldn't have it. One way or another he wasn't going down without a fight. His brother say the tears running from his brother's face and everything he had to say melted before they made it through his lips. He hasn't seen his brother cry in a while, and he could tell he wasn't doing his best. He knew something was wrong earlier today. Pip is strong, Jeremiah knew that must, so seeing him like this was almost heartbreaking.

"Pip, come in here," His brother whispered in his hushed tone. Pip wanted to protest, but he was pretty sure what would come out of his mouth would be a muddled mess and wouldn't do him any good. Jeremiah offered him to sit on the bed and he did. He tried to recover himself by wiping his tears, but the damage was already done and his brother already saw. "What are you doing and what's wrong?" It was like a switch word or question. What's wrong? It's something that when asked and your feelings are already in a knot, you can't help but tear up. No matter how you perceive it, it's going to happen. It's kind of like your mind saying, you want help, but you're not going to do it on your on so it takes over by itself, even though you don't want it to.

Nothing was working for Pip at the moment and explaining his emotions at this time wasn't a good idea either. Even in the state, he was going to try. He cupped his face with his hands and let out a quiet sob. "I-huh-I'm sorry, I just...I just..." His speech was a mess and was a whine more than anything.

"Phillip..." He could feel his brother's distress, so he wrapped him up in a comforting hug. Pip felt so vulnerable and he hated that his brother had to see him this way. Pip sighs and attempts to clear his head, but the sudden out take of air made him shudder and fall back into sobs.

"I...I just need tah-to see him. I-I'll be ah-okay then..." Pip sniffled. He rubbed his with the knuckles of his pointer finger. His eyes were red and his shoulders were slumped forward almost like he was trying to keep everything together-and he was.

Jeremiah attempted to wipe his brother's tears but they just kept falling. Instead he offered his handkerchief that sat at the bedside table. Pip reached out for it with a shaky hand. He held it up to his face and rubbed his eyes with it. "Listen Phillip," Jeremiah began, kneeling down in front of his brother. "I know.." He paused, thinking of what to say next. "Things are all out of sorts right now and that makes it harder for you and..." He paused. It's not that he didn't know the name, it's just he didn't want to speak it out loud. "...but you're going to have to limit these trips if you don't want to get caught and-"

Pip jumped in abruptly, "Don't you think I know that!" He sobbed in harsh whisper-yell. His brother looked him wide eyed; shocked that he talked back. Pip looked down, clenching the tissue. "I-I'm trying.." His tone soften. "..but... the problem is that.. ah-I... can't stand being without him and it's a problem to be with him! I don't know what to do..." He began to sniffle and his eyes filled with tears again. "I-" He sniffled. "I love him..." Wave after wave of uncontrollable huff and sob fell over him. He buried his face in his hands again. His shoulders slouched up and forward again as he began to shake caused by his sobbing. Jeremiah's eyes soften and he pulled his brother into his chest and held him.

"If it makes you feel better.." Jeremiah said. "I'll keep cover for you for as long as possible and when you feel the desperate need to go see him, I will still cover for you." Pip whimpered and clenched his brother's nightshirt. He was possibly the best brother Pip could ask for. He would risk his arse so Pip could go off to his lover; and that lover being the son of the devil.

"I...huh..want to see him..now.." Pip whimpered, waiting for his brother to release him. When he did his brother nodded to Pip. He stood up and held out the tissue for him to take back, but he only shakes his head and curls Pip's fingers closed to keep it in his grasp.

"Be careful," His brother whispered as Pip wiped his tears again. Pip only nodded.

He then left, swiftly and quietly. His legs trudged through the thick snow that kept falling. He listened as the wind howled through the trees. It was all a bit eerie and made him want to get to Damien all the more quicker. Pip often wondered what lingered in the woods; besides Damien of course. That being: what animals that might be dangerous? Monsters? At night these woods felt ominous, like some greater being was hunting and watching him run through the woods.

Finally, he arrived at Damien's cabin and just stood outside. He wanted to go inside, but not one part of him wanted to move. He felt numb again and his chest felt heavy. His body was going against himself. It was being rebellious subconsciously. Pip wa have an internal battle with himself. His brain told him he needed to go home and lessen the risk, but his heart told him to stay with Damien. It was like there was a screaming match going on inside him. Everything felt dizzy and there was a buzzing in his ears. His head was persuasive, but he heard his heart louder and clearer. Eventually, he got control over his limbs and raised his hand to the door. Before his hand even moved an inch from his side the door swung open. There was an illuminating glow from the fireplace inside outlining the figure before him. His hand stopped midway and looked to Damien. Damien smiled and looked back at Pip. He then saw Pip's face more clearly; his eyes and nose were red from crying and his smile faded. Wrapping Pip in his arms, he pulled him inside.

Feeling the warmth of Damien spread through him, he melted and shook in his arms. He tightened his grip on Damien and whimpered. Damien shushed the boy and cupped his cheeks. Pip breathed in, squeezing his eyes shut, making his tears spill over. Damien kissed his cheeks and then all over his face, making him whimper sadly.

Damien pulled him close and whispered, "What's the matter?" Pip sniffled a little, attempting to wipe his tears clean from his face. Pip fought and fought, but words just wouldn't pass his lips. If words weren't going to help him Pip just decided to put his lips to other use. He closed his eyes and leaned forward. Once their lips connected Pip closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Damien's neck, pulling him down into the kiss. Pip's face flushed, as he forced his tongue between their lips and enticed Damien's to come out and play. Damien felt Pip's eagerness and wrapped his arms around his hips and poked his tongue into Pip's mouth, accepting the invitation. Even though Damien thought that this wasn't the best way to solve Pip's problem, he decided to go with it anyway in fear of making Pip more upset.

Advancing, Damien abruptly lifted Pip up by his waist. Pip was startled for a moment then wrapped his legs around Damien whilst they were still kissing. Damien carried Pip over to the bed and dropped him there, thus disconnecting their lips for a brief moment. Damien climbed onto Pip and smiled, wiping the blonde's eyes with his sleeve. Damien still wasn't for sure what brought this on, but he wasn't going to stop it. He leant down and kissed him softly. Pip locked his fingers into Damien raven locks. Pip closed his eyes and arched his neck as Damien continued to run his lips down his neck and nip his collar bone. Pip moaned, feeling Damien pierce his skin like he had before and draw blood. It felt good to have Damien's tongue run over every inch of his skin-even if it was just above his collar bone. Pip's face was bright red and he felt hot all over. He wanted Damien to touch him so badly.

"D-Damien..." He moaned, rolling his head back against the blanket. "T-touch me..please.." Pip whined. Damien looked down a Pip, his eyes were glazed over with lust. Damien's eyes shined red in the dim light with desire.

Damien smirked and a light chuckle escaped between his lips. Pip almost felt a tad frightened, seeing Damien in such a state. It turned him on immensely. "Where do you want me to touch?" Damien asked teasingly, knowing it would wind Pip up. Damien smirked, seeing Pip squirm and groan.

"Damien," He protested. He hated when Damien did this. He knew Pip would never verbally speak his desires out of embarrassment. He just like to see the blonde squirm and look uncomfortable. He chuckled slightly. The blonde furrowed his brows and put on a pout, softly punching his boyfriend's chest. Damien grinned and pinned his little blonde to the bed.

"Pipsqueak, if you want something, ask and I will give it to you..." Damien says, teasingly rubbing up against him. Pip moaned helplessly. He could feel himself get harder as he felt Damien's through his pants. Pip couldn't escape the this feeling growing inside him; he wanted Damien and Pip needed him now.

"Damien...I want you.." Pip panted, his eyes dipping and filling with lust again. Damien licked his lips, holding Pip's hands above his head with one hand and ripping open his shirt with the other. Pip's chest was flushed red and rose and fell quicker as he felt the sudden chill of being exposed to the air. Damien rubbed his hand up and down, rubbing his fingers over the pert, pink nipples. Pip's mouth hung open at the touch of Damien's cold fingers. He released Pip's hands and sat him up, removing the shirt completely. Damien kissed the blonde's smooth, pale shoulders. Pip's arms wrapped around Damien's head and cuddled close for warmth, shuddering slightly at the feel of Damien's lips on his exposed shoulders. Damien laid the blonde back down, a single hand sliding down his chest and stopping at his hard-on in his britches. Pip shuddered at the demon's touch. He whined as Damien stopped, just smirking at Pip's impatience. The blonde rocked his hips trying to coax Damien into moving his hand. After a minute of pleading eye contact, Damien gives in, removing the last of the Brit's clothing.

Damien didn't hesitate there on out. He leant down between Pip's legs and ran his lips up and down Pip's pecker while he teased his entrance with two fingers. Pip's hips wiggled and his face fell flush. He squeaked, feeling Damien enter a finger and began to use his tongue at the same time. Pip reached down and entangled his fingers into Damien's black locks. He moaned with lips shut, making a humming sound. Damien rubbed Pip's insides while usinging his other hand to rub his dick. Pip gasped and wiggled his hips to match Damien's finger movement and hand movement. Suddenly, Damien stopped and Pip whined, wanted Damien to continue. Damien shook his head with a smirk, pulling his fingers free of Pip's tight, warm hole. Pip hummed a delicious moan and Damien chuckled. Pip looked up through half lidded eyes at an attempt to glare at Damien dark form, but all he could manage was a lustful look. Damien's devious smile grew and leant down and kissed Pip deeply, eliciting a moan from the blonde.

While Pip was floating in his own reality, Damien lifted his legs, setting himself between them. Soon, all of Damien's clothes were gone and he was readying himself to enter Pip. Pip's eyes glistened with mouth agape and panting. Damien gave him a quick kiss and he looked into Pip's eyes, waiting for an okay. When he got a nod accompanied by an encouraging moan he slowed pushed himself in. Pip's cheeks tinged red as he let a squeak pass through his lips. Damien continued watching Pip's eyes. He pushed Pip's legs apart and pushed his knees into the bend in Pip's legs causing the blonde to whimper in slight pain. Damien slowed and looked down a Pip, smiling and rubbing Pip's side to ease some of the pain. It only took a few seconds for Pip to nod for Damien to continue. Damien did and Pip gasped, rolling his eyes and his head back as Damien continued. Pip's wanton moans slurred his speech. Damien panted, looking into Pip's eyes making Pip melt. He whimpered, attempting to hide them by biting his finger. His eyebrows furrowed together, twitching at every thrust inside him.

"Damien.." Pip's voice shook. "Harder! Ah!" Pip arched as Damien complied, feeling pound a special spot inside him. Pip felt a curling inside his stomach, he knew he wouldn't last so much longer.

"Feel..good?" Damien panted, smirking down at the blonde who moaned loudly at the question.

"Feels good...aah!" Pip whimpered. "It feels good Damien!" Pip's insides tighten more and more. Damien could tell Pip was close too. Pip was clenching up around Damien's own throbbing member and was getting close as well. "Damien..." Pip whined gaining the demon's attention again. "K-kiss me.." Pip panted. Damien complied, reaching down between Pip's arms wrapped around his neck and kissed Pip like he asked. They rolled their tongues together to match the rolling of their hips. Damien bit his lip, taking it in between his teeth and staring deep into Pip's eyes. The pain of Damien's teeth sinking into his lip became oblivious, overpowered by the pleasure Damien was giving him. Damien's hands began to roam again, feeling around the blonde's milky skin, his touch tantalizing; making Pip's skin tingle and flush red. Damien touched him everywhere he could reach; grazing his fingers gently over his skin while accompanying his deep, hard thrusts, he felt Pip wouldn't know what to do.

"Pip," He whispered, feeling the boy tighten a bit, he took hold of the blonde's dick, gently rubbing it. Damien licked the side of the boy's neck, reaching his ear, he whispered, "Cum for me." Pip whined and panted. The sound of Damien's voice telling him-no, commanding him to and the encouraging strokes of Damien's hand and coiling fingers brought him even closer to the edge. He looked into Damien's red glowing eyes. He panted more and more with each stroke of Damien's hand and the pumping of his hips. Soon, everything ran together. Pip put his fingers in his mouth, causing him to drool a little, because he knew he'd scream when he orgasmed. He could feel it coming faster and faster. He reaching in between his legs and held the hand that Damien was using to stroke him with. He anticipated it with every movement. He could hold it back anymore; he arched up and cried out, his limbs trembled and clenched up. Damien got caught up in Pip's pleasure that it indulged his own release. Pip held his breath, feeling Damien's warmth fill him up. Pip made a small whine as Damien left his body and felt some of his cum escape his body. Pip huffed, feeling Damien's weight shift and make the bed creak. Damien loomed over the blonde's sticky and sweaty body.

He looked down at Pip, who avoided eye contact out of embarrassment. Damien leaned in a bit closer and Pip covered up his face. Damien smirked, kissing the Brit's head, "I love you." He whispered.

Pip uncovered his face slowly, putting his hands on Damien's face instead, cupping his cheeks and smiled. "I love you, too." Pip whispered back. Damien leaned the rest of the way down, touching their foreheads together before closing his eyes and locking lips with his blonde partner. Pip felt his heart swell up in his chest. He wants this to be how it was, always. Love and happiness; that's all he needed to move forward. He knew Damien could make that happen. Damien rolled over, pulling Pip closer to him and covering their naked bodies up with the comforter. Pip calmed his breathing, feeling a lot lighter than he used to. He looked at Damien who was staring down at him. They both smiled and Pip blushed. Damien's eyes were faded and becoming one with the darkness. Pip could feel his heart pounding heard in his chest. "Dami," He called out. Damien hummed in response. "I have something I need to ask you.." Pip smile faded.

"What is it?" Damien indulged his curiosity.

"Well... today in the village... something peculiar happened and..." Pip looked at Damien, finding it hard to relay what happened.

"And you think it is connected to me..?" Damien asked. Pip looked off into the distance. He felt guilty for accusing his boyfriend of such acts. "It's okay Pip," He said, rubbing his boyfriend's shoulder, pulling his attention back to the demon. "In no way are the things happen in the village related to satanic influences."

Pip sighed, "Oh, well then...I'm sorry for thinking you did such heinous acts."

Damien kissed his forehead, "Hush, now...you need to sleep." Pip nodded, closed his eyes and cuddle close to Damien. Damien smile soften, gently running his fingertips over the blonde's skin.

Damien frowned.

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Seeing to as the town was busy burning people at the stake for more or less entertainment than crimes against the bible and God Himself, there was no service for the next couple of days. Although, Pip's father made sure to see to it that his family was reading the scriptures day in and day out. Nothing unusual to report other than usual accusation here and there. Come to think of it though, a few things have gone missing in the village. Mr. Weave's chopping axe, Pip' s mother's knitting needles, his father's reading glasses, among other things Pip has heard throughout the town. Pip's decided not to concern himself with such things, though. Such things could be replaced, why fuss over little things.

It had gotten late and Pip decided to stick to his plan of staying home a few nights to keep the talk down and low. Because of the state of the town and the recent accused, Pip's father and mother went off to do what the town seemed to do best these days. Killing innocent people. Pip was left home with his brother and little sister. She was too young for this stuff anyhow. She wouldn't understand. Pip was finding it hard to understand himself. But, it wasn't his decision, none of it.

Pip sighed, cuddled in a comforter, in a chair, in front of the fireplace. Just like the other night, only this time he wasn't going to slip away into the night. He was going to stay put, no matter what happened tonight. He had no reason to go anywhere.

Or so he thought.

Hysterical screaming and yelling shattered his comfortable silence. He looked toward his brother who sat just behind him. The both scattered to the door, rushing outside to be met with a blinding red and yellow glow. Pip shocked face grew to one of horror in seconds. Several houses were up in flames; villagers screaming in terror, scattering to and from the scene. Pip and his brother were crippled with fear. What happened? Was anyone hurt? Nothing was making sense, then again, this time was as confusing as it got. Children were carried away from the scene in a hurry by their parents and other such relatives.

Pip breathed heavily, the flames creating a heavy layer of smoke, making it harder for the blonde to breathe. It hurt his eyes to look that way, so he swiftly turned, catching his breath quick. He wished he hadn't turn this way. He saw the glow of powerful and evil red eyes. Damien. Pip pleaded in his mind that he was here because he started the fire. Please, don't let that be it. But that glint in his evil gaze and crook of his evil smirk shot down his plea. He felt numb, watching the demon turn to leave, not giving a second thought to the scene in question.

Pip stood for a few a seconds, staring into the empty place Damien left. His eyes filled with tears. He wouldn't believe it; he couldn't. Damien, Damien no. "Damien," He whispered. His feet took control themselves and he dashed off into the forest. Jeremiah heard the thud, thud, thud of sprinting feet. He turned to see his brother was no longer behind him.

"Pip... Pip!" Jeremiah called after, but his brother was long gone, leaving this madness into another.

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A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've had so much creativity lately, sadly, not for this story. But, I've been working hard on it. I have sparked new inspiration! I'm taking a step forward in this direction and the story will follow suit! I'm so excited! I love writing this story, a whole ten pages to prove it! I hope you guys enjoy reading it too.

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