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T H E V I N C E N T T W I N S
The boisterous potency coercing within them—enough to bend the spins of the most uptight souls, to crack their dainty necks like dried sticks, or drain out every ounce of blood running through their veins—have made them feel pride and arrogance seethe beneath their skin. Have made them feel like gods.
But their power is merely transient, yet to vaporize into nothingness, which they realize as soon as they sense a threat of the fall of their legacy.
A threat in the form of Cedric Creed.
D E D I C A T E D
To those who couldn't love the ones they wanted to.
W A R N I N GS
(for some pretty graphic stuff)
– gore. LOTS of gore. – death – blood – murder – anything else which warrants a tw or cw i'll preface the chapter with it.
