&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&Mɪʀᴏᴋᴜ Aᴍᴀɢɪ&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&[Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-Fᴏᴜʀ] | ["Tʜᴇ Cʀɪᴍsᴏɴ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ"] | [Eᴀsᴛ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] | [Sᴛᴀᴛus: Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ] | [Iɴғᴏ] | [Cuʀʀᴇɴᴛ Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Rᴇᴅ Bᴇᴀɴ Cᴀғᴇ́]
XXXXXWatching Delfina out of the corner of his eye, Miroku let out a soft chuckle; leaning back in his chair before crossing his arms over his chest stiffly. Her voice was just like he remembered her sounding, not having changed too much since he last saw her.
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“God seemed to be having a hard time killing him, and he'd be damned if he was going to make the job easy for mere mortals.” -Asmodeus Fujimoto
