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- You not see me now. - Harry says and then disappeared. This Arseniy bother him. Now he go away or do something other?
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— Ай кэннот лэт ю гоу. Ай кеннот хэлп ю, бат ай маст протект зоуз, фор хум парадайз из нот лост йет.
Arseniy shoke his hand, like it was wet and he tried to get rid of the water, but instead a stream of vitae bursted from his palm, forming into an unnaturaly long whip. Arseniy started to approach the place where he saw Harry last time, with a slow pace of a person who is sure of what was comming next. And what came next was the stigmatas on Harry's palms, exploding like flowers in bloom. The pain and anger took over Harry, provoking him onto something reckless.
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And then Harry felt it. The coldness Final Death touching his unbeating heart. Not his death though, but his Brother's. Sanya Yeltsov, the Nosferatu guy was gone. Dead. All this time while Arseniy talked with him, his covey fought somewhere in this town. Fucking Arseniy just stalled for time, distracting Harry while his henchmen attacked the rest! The last shreds of composure were destroyed by the anger of the Beast, that came through, and the anger was so sweet and felt so right, that Harry did not stay on His way. Not now, not ever since.
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