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Evil Inside of Me, Ch.12It was a bleak, rainy day. Perfect for a funeral. Ash gray clouds obscured the sun's welcome rays and the faint drizzle the made its way down from the sky was freezing like ice. It was like the sky itself was crying. Which was fitting. An aura of foreboding and discremancy smothered the city like a blanket.
Xephos took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He was sitting in the back row of the church, listening to the minister speak. He had hardly been listening, immersed in is own world, and it seemed like everyone else had been doing the same. Everyone was in shock of Benjii's unexpected death. It had all happened so fast.
Strippin's arrival back at the kingdom.
The still-warm, bloody corpse in his arms.
The lack of emotion, anything, in the surviving brother's eyes.
Xephos was shook back to reality at a soft touch on his shoulder, and looked over. Lalna was gazing at him, eyes dull but still with a touch of spark in them. “I'm going to get
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