staring ..
Then tilting his head .
“ what are those for .. ”
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inky digits then take hold of the flower , lifting it above himself .. staring . engrossed with such a small gift .
even the smallest things meant the world to him , that is , if it was from the demon .
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the item before he brings it down . holding it tightly against his chest .
“ thank you , my lord——— anything from you is a blessing . ”
surprised that they’ve gotten this far without getting himself torn to shreds
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how twt feels after deleting all my pinned info
another successful summoning in his book .. hands are still kept together , head now lifting up to gaze upon the demon——- always so infatuated with the sight . horrifying to many , a beautiful creation to Sammy .
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one worthy of such devotion .
his posture slouches , almost eerily , his gaze still locked upon the creature .. then directing it to the extended hand .
a little surprised at the gesture——- different from the
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the creaking—- how oddly familiar . the studio was full of noises .. cries , stomps , a lost one slamming its head nonstop into the nearest wall; but *that creaking was always familiar . he knew where it was from
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of said roar—— shoulders tense , hands gripping at eachother so tightly it could hurt .
“ I can hear you , my lord——- “ he announces once more . mumbling more phrases . some , pleading for the demons
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from his lord ! the last time was a close call , yet it only spurred him on more .
the body is dropped onto the center of the floor with a thud , items following short with a multitude of clatters .
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