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White Reaper [7]

His body twitched with annoyance as the white reaper felt his other's emotions run down his body.

The Duke's resistance irritated him.

"It's funny how you think you can do something to me now that we're both in the same ranks again. You couldn't do anything when we were of the same rank before, yet you think a small power-up would make a difference?"

his fingers pressed against Duke Azenoch's arm as he squeezed his hand. The Duke's face changed, but his hand continued to squeeze before it compressed it completely and he was able to close his hand into a fist.

White reaper could feel the bones of the demons crush inside the palm of his hands.

"Don't annoy me any further."

Pulling his hand back, the hand tore off of the Duke's body and blood began to slowly spill out.

his other self glanced at the torn-up hand for a brief moment before throwing it behind him, only to see it stop mid-air and fall at the same pace time was moving at.

The same could be said for the blood as it rema
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