Some humans are wicked. Their tainted hearts pump venomous blood through their bodies. Anger and wretch seeps from the pores in their skin. Their vision becomes impaired when something flares their tempers. Bad intentions sweep good judgement away, and often times, enemies end up pale-faced. And so the demons recede from fingertips and the human's soul returns. What awful, vile creatures humans are.
No one morns the wicked.
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