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[center][h2][i][color=fdc68a]Speak of the Devil - IV[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[b][i]"Why do I ask?"[/i][/b]

	Her free hand finds the white flower upon her face, and she felt the pale petals beneath her fingers pulse again and again, familiar like a heartbeat. However she shifted again, and showed to Samael the actual absence of a heart within her, as a single trail of silent tears trailed down her cheek, softly caressing the skin.

	Three souls spoke to the devil then. Three souls trapped in a shattering vessel, suffering, sinking, and singing. They hoped their voice was heard. Homura held out her hand and showed the stigma - the sickness of the soul - that scarred her skin. Silently; it said to Samael that the consequences of sacred truth would scorch all it touched.

	[i][b]"I remember a valley filled with flowers. I wish to go there. Will you show me the way?"[/b][/i]