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The Death Collector

==The forbidden tale of the Death and a mortal girl== Step into a world where darkness dances with desire and fate is but a pawn in the hands of the Death Collector. In this tantalizing tale of forbidden love and redemption, follow the journey of Dante, a mysterious figure who traverses the realms of life and death, guided by an insatiable hunger for souls. With his enigmatic charm, haunting presence, dark and mysterious aura, Dante beckons them into a world beyond the veil of life; drawing them into a web of secrets and forbidden desires When Dante navigates the realms of existence with an irresistible allure, drawing into a whirlwind of secrets and sensuality alike, he encounters a one spirited soul. Everything he thought he knew is challenged, and he finds himself torn between his duty and a love that defies all boundaries. With danger lurking at every turn and secrets waiting to be unraveled, embark on an unforgettable adventure where passion ignites, destinies collide, and the line between light and shadow blurs into tantalizing uncertainty. Are you ready to surrender to the ultimate temptation and indulge in the seductive allure of 'The Death Collector,' where passion intertwines with mortality in a mesmerizing dance of desires. Experience a romance that transcends the boundaries of time and space

AkumaQuil · Fantaisie
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66 Chs

61. Take My Hand

Take My Hand.

"This is enough!" She glared at him thinking he was still going to spout some more nonsense. 

"This isn't her fault, she didn't even want to be here. If anything this is your fault, if she was such a danger to the mortal- fuck! Humans! If she is such a danger to humans then why didn't you just take her that night? You're the one who ran without a fucking word like a coward with his tail between his legs." Sia spat hatefully, trying to console her friend at the same time. 

"The reluctance festering in her heart would soon give rise to shadows, obstructing her path. To force the course of events would have been in vain; better to let the natural order weave its own path." Dante's rich baritone sliced through the stillness of the night around them once again.