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Paring: Yandere!Diavolo x Demon Princess!Reader Genre: Obsession Content Warning: Yandere, possessive, and obsessive behavior. Secret Love. Summary: Arrange marriage with Diavolo. Word Count: 2.5k A/N: Just had this as a random thought and ended up with 2k words.

As the daughter of the Demon King and Queen of Azurethra, (uh-zoo-RETH-ruh) you were raised in a world where power was paramount and alliances were forged with blood and fire. From a young age, you were taught that your purpose was to serve your kingdom, to strengthen its dominion over the realms of Hell. But nothing could have prepared you for the cruel fate that awaited you.

It was decreed by your parents, the King and Queen, that you would be wed to Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom. The news struck you like a thunderbolt, filling you with dread and defiance. You knew of Diavolo's reputation as a charming and powerful ruler, but you also heard about the unsettling truth beneath his affable facade.

Nevertheless, you square your shoulders and prepare to meet your betrothed, determined to face your fate with the same steely resolve that had guided you through countless trials in the past. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

As you entered the opulent halls of Diavolo's castle, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and something darker, something primal and hungry.

You stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. Your parents' decision to arrange a marriage with Prince Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom, has left you feeling trapped between duty and desire. As a princess of Azurethra, you have been raised to uphold tradition and honor your family's wishes. But the thought of marrying someone you barely know fills you with unease.

Steeling yourself, you enter the hall, your chin held high despite the tremble in your limbs. The sight that greets you is nothing short of breathtaking. Diavolo awaited you in the grand chamber, his smile as dazzling as it was deceptive.

Diavolo stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding attention from all who gaze upon him. His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

"Welcome, Princess," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You step forward and curtsy, your movements graceful and deliberate, despite the turmoil raging within you. "Prince Diavolo, it's a pleasure to meet you." you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "My journey was uneventful, as expected."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the soft light of the chamber. "Excellent," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I hope you find the Devildom to your liking. I have taken the liberty of arranging accommodations for you within the palace."

You nod politely, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath Diavolo's charm. "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Highness," you say, careful to keep your tone respectful. "I look forward to exploring the Devildom and getting to know its inhabitants."

Diavolo's smile falters for a moment, his gaze flickering with something you can't quite identify. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it's gone, replaced once more by the mask of congeniality he wears so well.

"Of course," he says, his voice smooth as silk once more. "I am at your disposal should you require anything. But for now, please allow Barbatos to show you to your chambers."

With a graceful gesture, Barbatos motions for you to follow him, and you fall into step behind him, your senses on high alert. As you walk through the halls of the palace, you can't help but notice the way the shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets too dark to comprehend.

Finally, you arrive at your chambers, and Barbatos holds the door open for you with a flourish. "I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess," he says, his neutral smile never faltering.

You step into the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and the soft glow of candlelight that bathes everything in a warm, golden hue. "It's beautiful," you murmur, though your words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Barbatos nods, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you will be comfortable here."

With that, he bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone in the silence of your chambers. As the door closes behind him, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched, that unseen eyes linger in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Alone in your chambers, you take a moment to compose yourself, drawing upon the same inner strength that had carried you through countless trials in the past. But even as you strive to maintain your composure, the weight of your impending marriage to Diavolo bears down on you like a leaden cloak.

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With a sigh, you cross the room and settle into a plush armchair, the soft velvet cushions offering little comfort against the storm raging within your heart. Outside, the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the chamber like fingers reaching out to ensnare you.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the soft knock at the door, the sound so faint it's almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. But then, before you can respond, the door swings open, and a figure steps into the room.

"Princess," a voice says, low and smooth like honey dripping from a blade. "May I come in?"

You look up to find Barbatos standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure whether to trust the demon who serves as Diavolo's left hand. But then, with a nod, you gesture for him to enter.

Barbatos crosses the room with a grace that borders on unearthly, his movements fluid and unhurried. He holds a sleek and luxurious garment featuring off-the-shoulder neckline, velvet fabric adorned with sequins, short sleeves, and a dramatic sweep train.

"I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking, Princess," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you."

You nod, unable to suppress the tremor in your voice. "It's... overwhelming," you admit, your words coming out in a whisper. "I never expected... any of this."

Barbatos inclines his head in understanding, his eyes alight with a spark of something you can't quite decipher. "I can only imagine," he says, his tone gentle. "But know that you are not alone. If there is anything you require, anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."

You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his offer of assistance, even as you wonder what ulterior motives may lie beneath his smooth exterior. "Thank you, Barbatos," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your kindness."

He bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. As the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

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You set the dress aside and begin to prepare for the evening ahead. As you slip out of your traveling clothes and into the luxurious gown, you can't help but marvel at its craftsmanship and the way it clings to your curves like a second skin.

But even as you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't shake the feeling of foreboding that hangs over you like a dark cloud. The events of the day weigh heavily on your mind, filling you with a sense of dread that refuses to be ignored.

With a deep breath, you push aside your fears and resolve to face whatever may come with courage and determination. Straightening your shoulders, you cast one last glance at your reflection before making your way to the grand hall where Diavolo awaits.

As you enter the hall, you're met with a scene of opulence and extravagance unlike anything you've ever seen before. The room is bathed in soft candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the black marble floors.

At the center of it all stands Diavolo, resplendent in his princely attire, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite your apprehension, you square your shoulders and approach him with all the grace and dignity befitting a princess of Azurethra.

"Princess," Diavolo says, his voice smooth as silk. "You look absolutely stunning."

You offer him a polite smile, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath his charming facade. "Thank you, Your Highness," you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "You're too kind."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the candlelight. "Not at all, my dear," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I speak only the truth."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flattery, instead choosing to maintain a polite facade. "Shall we proceed with the festivities, Your Highness?" you ask, gesturing toward the banquet table laden with food and drink.

Diavolo nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he offers you his arm. "Of course, Princess," he says, his voice low and velvety. "Allow me to escort you."

With a deep breath, you place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the table. As you take your seat beside him, you wonder what fate has in store for you now that you've been bound to the Prince of the Devildom.

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After Barbatos left your chambers, he made his way swiftly to where Diavolo awaited, his mind abuzz with thoughts of you. As he entered the room, he found Diavolo reclining on a velvet chaise lounge, his expression unreadable as he gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

"Ah, Barbatos," Diavolo said, his voice smooth as silk. "What news do you bring?"

Barbatos approached, his steps measured and deliberate. "The princess has settled into her chambers, Your Highness," he replied, his tone neutral. "She seems... apprehensive, but resigned to her fate."

Diavolo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Excellent," he purred, his golden eyes burning with a feverish intensity. "She is the one I've been searching for. The one who will finally complete me."

Barbatos felt a small surge of unease at Diavolo's words, though he knew better than to question his master's desires. "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?" he asked.

Diavolo's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he turned to fix Barbatos with a piercing gaze. "I intend to make her mine," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Body and soul. She will belong to me and me alone."

"And if she resists?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Diavolo's smile turned predatory, his golden eyes ablaze with a fierce hunger. "Then I will simply have to show her the error of her ways," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But rest assured, Barbatos. I will not rest until she is mine."

With that, Diavolo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and unhurried as he made his way to the door. Barbatos watched him go, his heart heavy with a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

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Alone in the room, Barbatos couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything he held dear. But as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Diavolo's lead, no matter the cost.

For in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: ensuring that you remained safe from harm and secretly his, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear in the process.

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"Princess," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you're enjoying the festivities?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Your Highness," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "The banquet is truly splendid."

Diavolo smiled, though there was a hint of something predatory in his gaze. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But I must admit, it pales in comparison to the beauty of your presence."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, though you fought to keep your composure. "You're too kind, Your Highness," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diavolo reached out and took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "Please," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Call me Diavolo."

You hesitated, unsure whether to comply with his request. But then, with a nod, you spoke his name, the word feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.

"Diavolo," you said, the sound of it sending a thrill down your spine.

Diavolo smiled, his golden eyes alight with a fierce hunger. "That's better," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

You stole glances at him from across the table, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those golden eyes, what dark desires lurked within the depths of his hollow vessel.

Little did you know that your presence had flamed a fire within Diavolo—a fire that burned with a fierce intensity, consuming him with a passion he could barely contain. For in you, he saw not just a princess to be wed, but a soulmate, a kindred spirit, a love that transcended the bounds of time and space.

And as he gazed at you from across the table, he knew with a certainty that bordered on obsession that he would stop at nothing to make you his own, to claim you as his bride, his queen, his everything.

For you were not just a princess of Azurethra. You were his salvation, his redemption, his one true love. And he would do whatever it took to make you his, body and soul, now and for all eternity.

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Alone in your chambers later that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody, each note tinged with uncertainty and fear.

As you stared out the window, the moon cast its silver light across the room, illuminating the shadows that danced along the walls like specters in the night.

You took a deep breath, getting up from the lounge chairs making your way to the opulent queen sized bedroom. You slide into the sheets, sinking into the comfortable bed.

You were determined to show Diavolo and the rest of the Devildom that you are not to be trifled with. You may be a princess, but you are also a warrior, and you will not go down without a fight.

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sleepdeprivedfyodor · 1 month

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Hiiii I just read your fyodor fic and I love it🎀 and I would like to request fyodor x reader based on "spiracle" by flower face, I think the song fits him perfectly. Maybe you can write it from reader's POV, she's a little obsessed with Fyodor but it's one soded kind of. Also can you make it a little angsty please

And sorry for my bad English it's not my first language

𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖥𝗒𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗏𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗑 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗆𝗀! 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖥𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇! 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀! ♥︎ 𝖡𝗍𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, "𝖨," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 "𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖾," 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗅! 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵: 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖥𝗒𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅, 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾.

𝖨'𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗋.

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