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She looked at me with such a sinister look that would make any man wet his pants. Then she grabbed my neck and pulled me up, suspending me half a foot above the floor by my neck. In reflex, my hands flew up to pull at the fingers while my legs kept kicking hers.
As my vision started to blur and I started to lose consciousness, I called up the deathscythe in desperation.
Immediately, I felt her grip weaken, and my visions returned. When my vision cleared, I realized that I had inadvertently drawn the blade of the scythe mere inches from her neck.
"One of death, I see. You've come a long way from that love-sick boy in elementary school. Now what are you going to do with this, sister?" she mocked.
The Half Lilin: By The Light Of The Moon (Chapter 10)
By Shinieris
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