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<p>A youth stands above a certain woman's bed, a smile creeps apon his face as he draws an obsidian blade form the sleeve of his coat. The blade, darker than night.</p> <p>His smile grows larger, whilst the obsidian shines from the light of the full moon from the window.</p> <p>He brings the dagger down into her neck.</p> <p>Jaken is a cultist follower who bases their entire life on their unique and radical teachings.</p> <p>"I hate, I hate so much."</p> <p>[hr]</p> <p>Jaken dies and is reborn</p> <p>bla bla bla bla</p> <p>sorry, I really can't make very good descriptions. the story is basically a character based on my own personality's logical extreme. I made this story specifically because I hated how characters acted in certain situations. by the way, this will probably disturb you in some way. At least that is what I'm going for.</p>
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