He had finally found his tribe. All of them fallen, lost and not desiring to be found any time soon. One would lead them on their Mission, one would make the angels weep and the third one... was interesting. Watching him all the time, never revealing his intentions in his deviously bright head. What-ever they were, Farfarello had a feeling he would approve.

Schuldig wasn't sure if it was all him or if the voices were interfering again, but it didn't matter. There were pleasant, alluring little caresses, a thought crystallising and taking over his mind: 'Purr for me, kitty!'

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