Chapter 099

Iriel was a confident creature. Corey had women who displayed confidence, but none ever like her. His breath felt warm against his palm as he blew into it. Stroking his finger through his own hair, and untangling some curls. She was making tea for herself, using her tentacles so she did not have to move an inch from where she sat.

Once her tea was made, she placed a mug on a costar and drew towards her mouth.

"I'll cut through the BS, and unimportant shit. I wanted power, and I wanted a quick way to get it. I love to mess with people, almost like I'm playing with my food. I believe in violence. I believe some people were made weaker than others. And the weak ones are pathetic. I'm not a good person.

I will never be a good person. And the second I realized how crudely my thoughts were, I decided to accept them and venture deep into the dark arts." She pasued, gulping the warm liquid. Corey picked up the scent of cinnamon. "Some of the things I tried at first required a sacrifice. Yo
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