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  • The Greyhound

    He didn't love his old life, but it was his. He didn't like the constant training or the way they moved every few days, but at least he had her. As cold as she was at least he had a family. But all that was gone now, lost in a storm of blood and steel. The Devil had come, the Devil had stolen from him. In return, he promised to rip that beating Grimoire Heart from his chest.