He might be right there might be a passage int the picture
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See this! I just gifted the story: Ice cola
ch 66 Sitting on the tree
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As they entered the room, Mallory watched Hadeon walk to the painting and stand before the one that she had picked up from her grandmother's house. He then said, "There is a possibility that this is a door. Just like Sable's painting."
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It time to rest
"What are you standing around for? We have work to do," Hadeon stated briskly, leading Mallory to the room where she had been sleeping.
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Upon arriving at the house, the pureblooded vampire made a beeline for the kitchen, quickly gathering items and packing them into a trunk. When Mallory gave him a curious look, he asked, "What? It's not like she'll be able to use any of it."
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Sure why not
"Right now?" Mallory asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
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"It's only right to save the wifey," Hadeon grinned, his words laced with amusement as he finally released Mallory from his arms. "Let's head to the village."
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"What are you afraid of when I'm here to catch you?" Hadeon asked, his voice calm despite the rapid pounding of her heart against his chest.
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"Ah!" Mallory exclaimed in shock as she found herself suddenly in Hadeon's arms, her eyes squeezed shut in fear.
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"That won't be necessary!" Mallory shot back from her perch with a glare, her hands clenched tightly. She took a deep breath and muttered to herself, "One, two, two..."
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"Take a jump," Hadeon remarked coolly. "If you need motivation, I can give you a little push from behind."
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That what I was thinking lol
"Fortunately or unfortunately, nobody's heard from the Devil in quite some time," Hadeon replied casually. "They say things have changed in the underworld—it's not the same as we once knew. So most of us prefer to stick around here, until boredom sets in."
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I don’t think the devil entertain people
Mallory couldn't help but quip, "And pay a visit to the Devil for a tea party?"
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Yup I think so too
Mallory didn't dwell on whether her grandmother had engaged in dark deeds like killing or feasting on humans. What mattered was the love they shared—the bond between them that transcended any shadowy past. "She had an odd sense of humour. You two would have gotten along," Mallory remarked with a faint smile.
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I think her grandma really loved her
"It could have been different if your grandmother had nurtured the woman she chose as her daughter, if she had imparted knowledge about witches to her. It might have fostered compassion for those different from humans," Hadeon explained, offering Mallory his perspective. "From what I gather, your grandmother wasn't like other witches. I call them the rare ones. Perhaps she found your mother as an orphan and raised her as her own. It's harder to kill a grown witch than a child."
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"All this time, you believe there's something suspicious about your parents' deaths, only to realise that the fire was intended to claim my life, orchestrated by my own parents..." Her words came out in a mixture of disbelief and denial, her mind struggling to grasp the enormity of the revelation. "Do you think Sable was fabricating tales?" she turned to ask Hadeon, seeking reassurance amidst the chaos of her thoughts.
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Mallory's voice lowered as she spoke, her words heavy with a mixture of sadness and bitterness. "My grandmother was a witch too, but she never attempted to harm me... It seems humans can be as cruel as monsters."
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I hard to realize you friend you hung out will wanted to kill you
"It's not about looks," Mallory countered, her voice tinged with a mix of bitterness and sorrow. "It's about the young boys or men—I don't even remember anymore—who lost their lives." She recalled the times she had unknowingly imbibed the concoctions Sable offered, her expression darkening with each memory. Taking another drag from the cigar, she continued, "How do you even begin to question that the friend you practically grew up with, the person you trusted, could be a killer? That she was busy concocting deadly mixtures..."
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Me to
ch 66 Sitting on the tree
Beauty and the Immortal: It started with a dig
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