Persephone
He knew him from before. He had even held him dear… Still, he couldn't help feeling his blood boil within his veins as he saw him besides his son, his beautiful and pure child!
"Christopher, it's been such a long time," D politely said, with one of his little smiles. His son frowned in distrust, getting closer to the FBI agent. "It's good to see you again."
"Hey, well…" Chris blushed, but his D interrupted before he could continue:
"I chose this path, father." 'He didn't force me.' He wasn't a kidnapped Persephone, as his father had wanted to think…
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