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The sun began to stream through the window of the room and warm the part of Makoto's leg that wasn't covered by the sheet. Next to her, Akuma lie on his back, his face a mask of perfect peace. An eventful night, begun by the events at the Promethean Ball had finally given way to the distant sunrise of a brand new day. Makoto stirred slightly,

Comments

[mehrt1]

Great stuff Ang, keep it up.

Eric