[Clarissa Rutherford's POV]
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions as I made my way through the winding corridors of the prison. The evidence Samael had presented was like a dagger to the heart of everything I believed about my father. Each step I took felt heavier, burdened by the weight of the revelations and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
I had my own assumptions, as I was not some naïve child, but the truth had always been elusive. I had heard whispers of my father's secretive behavior, but I had never imagined he was involved in such dark and malevolent deeds. The thought of him experimenting with forbidden magic, especially involving Xandros Blackthorn, was almost too much to bear.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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