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There is no God up there, there is only the Devil. And that was Angelica.

There are no angels who sing choirs, but there was an angel in her life. And that was Manon.

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She had met her escaping from the cult that wanted to kill her. She had found her when she was scared, hungry and in the darkest moments of her life.

He had found her when she was dying, alone and abandoned in an alley. Abandoned by everyone. By Forcas. By that higher being in which she no longer believed.

And when she thought that everything was over… A warm hand helped her. And saved her life.

It was Manon, her sweet, sweet angel. She had given her shelter in her house. She had fed her and healed her wounds. She had filled her heart with something warm.

And maybe it was the devil that still whispered in her ear or maybe Angelica herself was rotten from the start but… She needed her.

She needed Manon.

She needed her like she needed food, like she needed drink, like she needed breathing.

Like the body needs a soul.

But Angelica was willing to sell her soul to the Devil himself in order to have Manon for herself.

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Augustine couldn't live without Winnie. Those six months they had been separated because of their damned misunderstanding had been horrible. 
When he had confessed to Winnie that he didn't want to be separated from him, he had told the biggest truth of his life. A truth so true, so central to him that he couldn't live without it. Without Winnie.

So as soon as he could, he left everything, everyone, just to buy a car and go to where Winnie now lived.

He showed up without warning or anything, after a few days of watching him and observing who he would have to get rid of to be by his side.

But when Winnie's surprise turned into that smile that lit him up and warmed everything when he saw him, Augustine knew he had made the right decision.

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He was getting bored. Why was he getting bored???

Why his beautiful and unique coworker was getting bored? It was the resets? He was trying to fail as much as possible and make it entertaining for him.

His death was just an act for his crush. To spend more time with him.

So why? why why why WHY

Maybe it was him?

No, no, no.

It was NOT him

It was..it was…it was…his deaths.

Yes, maybe him always dying was boring.

Maybe he should kill him.

In the end everything would reset again but he could see his sweet blood on his hands.

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Rody was stalking Vincent for days, weeks, and even months.

The days were for work and getting the best reward of all. A compliment from his beloved boss.

The nights were for sex. To masturbate to one of the photos he had secretly taken of him, to follow him on his sexual escapades and see him in his purest state.

But those men didn't deserve hi. And when Rody killed the horrible guy Vincent was with he saw it.

A Vincent, surprised, excited, covered in blood... And only his.

He was so, so beautiful. So vulnerable and exquisite. Like a good plate of meat.

Rody wanted to eat him.

Rody ate him.

In more ways than the just sexual.

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Da-Jeong was wearing her dress. She was wearing it when she left the house the morning after Bok-Su had put it on her doorstep the day before.

It was like that. She wore it. There was no mistake. Just like she wore the perfume he had given her and the hat and that gold bracelet.

It was all for Da-Jeong. And Da-Jeong was for Bok-Su. There was NO mistake. It was like that.

Da-Jeong loved her and wanted to be with her. And Bok-Su wanted the same.

To be with her forever.

She could already imagine her in the wedding dress, in another beautiful red dress but this time for a wedding.

A life together.

Bok-Su longed for it.

And soon she would be her.

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Ryan looked at her confused. Everything around him was rotten, but June didn't care. She didn't care about the place, she didn't care about the other people, she didn't care about his friends.

Ryan was confused. Why that indifference, why that rottenness.

It wasn't her. It was June.

It was June who was rotten, rotten to the bone, to the soul.

Rotten, rotten, rotten.

But what did it matter. Ryan was there, in a bed, next to her.

And then she told him.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered to her.

Only HIM.