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"Good evening monsieur." I stiffened as I heard the woman's voice. That voice had haunted me for many generations of my life. I was 320 years of age now, but I still looked only 23. I quickly turned, grabbing the woman by her throat and slamming her against the wall. "What are you doing here Evaline?." My voice was venomous, and I could feel my eyes turning red again. My veins were popping from my arms and hands, my grip tightening. I looked at her aging features, her once long beautiful hair was now graying, her once sparkling eyes now dull. "Tsk Tsk Ronaldo. You don't want to hurt your future mother in law now do you?." A smirk appeared across her lips, that devil like smirk. I dropped her, my hands shaking. This, this woman, is who killed my younger sister. She destroyed me. She made my sister into ash and had me watch. There was no way..an angel, someone so pure and sweet could be related to such an evil person.
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