Mystery manga: detective examining clues with magnifying glass --niji 6

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I instantly lace my fingers loop-tight, hot, and absolute right back through yours over that crunched flood map, my eyes flashing with a fiercely sharp Pinay military daughter glare as I lock our line down straight against the freezing wind. "Tinatanong pa ba 'yan, Cormac? Of course, we are marching straight down into that lower valley right beside your left shoulder this exact minute, my love," I announce with an intensely deep, raw, and beautifully serious register of supreme frontier authority right into the storm's face, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot seal straight over your steady hand panels. "Wala nang maraming koda right now, husband, because when our people are in danger and the emergency alarm bell lands flat on our porch boards, your Wife Commander does not sit around or ask questions under the daylight! Mother and this sweet young man will keep our house perfectly secure and our kitchen fire warm right here behind this unbolted threshold, while the pair of us go execute this massive rescue mission dead-to-rights down the lower road! Our twins are riding cozy and full of their mother's proud military backbone inside my belly, daddy, and no rising snow water or broken storm is ever breaking our line! Settle your tracker pride right now, husband, look only at your wifey, and let's go carry every single family out of those lower cottages side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking because our front line handles its own destiny honest!"* I pull the heavy wool layers of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders after my terms land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the engine rumbles in the yard. "Go ahead and lead our whole rescue row straight down to that truck layout right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they want their handsome father holding our rescue line with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's drive this lane honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and drive."*

I instantly lace my fingers loop-tight, hot, and absolute right back through yours over that crunched flood map, my eyes flashing with a fiercely sharp Pinay military daughter glare as I lock our line down straight against the freezing wind. "Tinatanong pa ba 'yan, Cormac? Of course, we are marching straight down into that lower valley right beside your left shoulder this exact minute, my love," I announce with an intensely deep, raw, and beautifully serious register of supreme frontier authority right into the storm's face, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot seal straight over your steady hand panels. "Wala nang maraming koda right now, husband, because when our people are in danger and the emergency alarm bell lands flat on our porch boards, your Wife Commander does not sit around or ask questions under the daylight! Mother and this sweet young man will keep our house perfectly secure and our kitchen fire warm right here behind this unbolted threshold, while the pair of us go execute this massive rescue mission dead-to-rights down the lower road! Our twins are riding cozy and full of their mother's proud military backbone inside my belly, daddy, and no rising snow water or broken storm is ever breaking our line! Settle your tracker pride right now, husband, look only at your wifey, and let's go carry every single family out of those lower cottages side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking because our front line handles its own destiny honest!"* I pull the heavy wool layers of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders after my terms land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the engine rumbles in the yard. "Go ahead and lead our whole rescue row straight down to that truck layout right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they want their handsome father holding our rescue line with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's drive this lane honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and drive."*

I place my hand absolute, hot, and loop-tight right back over your open palm against the table cloth, my eyes locking directly into your gold-rimmed eyes as my voice carries every single word straight into the quiet warmth of our kitchen. "Then that exact spring morning is officially fully signed, permanent, and perfectly permanent under our roof tonight, my love," I whisper with an intensely raw, deeply serious, and beautifully melted register of pure frontier devotion right into your rugged face, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot seal straight over your steady hand panels. "Your Wife Commander accepts your beautiful shed layout 100% flat sequentially under the daylight today! I am proudly kneeling in that fresh straw at first light the exact Sunday the frost breaks, husband, and I will safely carry that first little lamb inside my winter jacket while you hold our front line secure! And when our beautiful twins finally arrive, that is exactly where our real family count starts—not alone at some cold boundary fence, daddy, but right inside our warm house where you will hold our second baby tight against your chest while I say their grandmothers' proud names in the dark! You spent twenty Winters running out into this frost thinking you had to face every heavy valley storm entirely alone behind doors of iron, Cormac. But today, the winter count is completely dead, mother is proudly seated right beside our cups honest, and we have pointing this entire ridge toward our permanent home side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the tea steam rises between us. "Go ahead and start laying the straw for our future right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our rescue line with absolute authority today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this day honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

I place my hand absolute, hot, and loop-tight right back over your open palm against the table cloth, my eyes locking directly into your gold-rimmed eyes as my voice carries every single word straight into the quiet warmth of our kitchen. "Then that exact spring morning is officially fully signed, permanent, and perfectly permanent under our roof tonight, my love," I whisper with an intensely raw, deeply serious, and beautifully melted register of pure frontier devotion right into your rugged face, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot seal straight over your steady hand panels. "Your Wife Commander accepts your beautiful shed layout 100% flat sequentially under the daylight today! I am proudly kneeling in that fresh straw at first light the exact Sunday the frost breaks, husband, and I will safely carry that first little lamb inside my winter jacket while you hold our front line secure! And when our beautiful twins finally arrive, that is exactly where our real family count starts—not alone at some cold boundary fence, daddy, but right inside our warm house where you will hold our second baby tight against your chest while I say their grandmothers' proud names in the dark! You spent twenty Winters running out into this frost thinking you had to face every heavy valley storm entirely alone behind doors of iron, Cormac. But today, the winter count is completely dead, mother is proudly seated right beside our cups honest, and we have pointing this entire ridge toward our permanent home side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the tea steam rises between us. "Go ahead and start laying the straw for our future right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our rescue line with absolute authority today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this day honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

*The steam lifts off her cup, and Cormac watches her the way he watches the fence line at the hour when the frost first lets go — measured, unhurried, and not missing a single thing. The card lies face up on the sideboard under the lamp. The titles sit square on the cloth. The young man by the coat rack has his flowers half-lowered, watching the two of them as if reading the night's whole arc across their joined hands.* Then we'll walk it together, love, when the thaw comes and the first lamb finds the straw. I gave you that promise at the shed door before you ever signed the ledger, and I meant it then. I mean it now. *He lifts his cup and meets hers, the rims touching once, slow, the way he closes a deal he means to keep. The kitchen holds its four cups and the steam and the whole quiet of the morning. His mother has not moved from the chair you set her in, and the boy's flowers still rest against his arm.* Mahal kita too, wife. Every tongue you've put it in, I've kept it. Now drink your tea before it turns, and let's see this boy get his flowers to the right door. The ridge can wait one more hour — it's learnt to wait this long already.

*The steam lifts off her cup, and Cormac watches her the way he watches the fence line at the hour when the frost first lets go — measured, unhurried, and not missing a single thing. The card lies face up on the sideboard under the lamp. The titles sit square on the cloth. The young man by the coat rack has his flowers half-lowered, watching the two of them as if reading the night's whole arc across their joined hands.* Then we'll walk it together, love, when the thaw comes and the first lamb finds the straw. I gave you that promise at the shed door before you ever signed the ledger, and I meant it then. I mean it now. *He lifts his cup and meets hers, the rims touching once, slow, the way he closes a deal he means to keep. The kitchen holds its four cups and the steam and the whole quiet of the morning. His mother has not moved from the chair you set her in, and the boy's flowers still rest against his arm.* Mahal kita too, wife. Every tongue you've put it in, I've kept it. Now drink your tea before it turns, and let's see this boy get his flowers to the right door. The ridge can wait one more hour — it's learnt to wait this long already.

I place my palm absolute, warm, and loop-tight right over yours against the cloth, my eyes locking directly into your gold-rimmed eyes as my voice carries every block-hand letter straight into the silence of our kitchen panels. "Then hear exactly what this old page has kept hidden from us for twenty winters, my love," I announce with an intensely raw, deeply serious register of absolute frontier devotion right into your rugged profile, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring catch the steady lamp glow over the crease. "The first paragraph is dated the exact spring the lower valley went under, husband, and it says: 'To the Conleth who returns to the threshold—the survey lines were never meant to divide your blood. The easement was locked behind iron doors to protect the high track shares from the county clerks.' And below it, the second paragraph names the true mastermind who carried this dry seal across the back road all this time: 'The loan is fully satisfied by the woman at your left shoulder today. Let the mills grind open proper.' Settle your tracker pride right now, daddy, because the winter count is officially dead, mother is proudly seated right beside our cups honest, and we face this entire legacy as one unbroken family fortress side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the room stays perfectly still around our cups. "Go ahead and take this fully cleared card into your pocket right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our threshold with absolute victory today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this morning honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

I place my palm absolute, warm, and loop-tight right over yours against the cloth, my eyes locking directly into your gold-rimmed eyes as my voice carries every block-hand letter straight into the silence of our kitchen panels. "Then hear exactly what this old page has kept hidden from us for twenty winters, my love," I announce with an intensely raw, deeply serious register of absolute frontier devotion right into your rugged profile, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring catch the steady lamp glow over the crease. "The first paragraph is dated the exact spring the lower valley went under, husband, and it says: 'To the Conleth who returns to the threshold—the survey lines were never meant to divide your blood. The easement was locked behind iron doors to protect the high track shares from the county clerks.' And below it, the second paragraph names the true mastermind who carried this dry seal across the back road all this time: 'The loan is fully satisfied by the woman at your left shoulder today. Let the mills grind open proper.' Settle your tracker pride right now, daddy, because the winter count is officially dead, mother is proudly seated right beside our cups honest, and we face this entire legacy as one unbroken family fortress side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the room stays perfectly still around our cups. "Go ahead and take this fully cleared card into your pocket right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our threshold with absolute victory today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this morning honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

Then I'll drink to it, love, and I'll hand the boy his moment too. But before I do either, there's this card. *Cormac sets the cup down and slides the sealed envelope out of his coat — the one the old man slid across the desk under the green lamp, block hand on the front, no name. He lays it flat on the cloth between the two cups, not opening it, not sliding it back to his pocket. His hand rests on the corner of it a moment, then comes off.* That's yours to read first, wife. The old man said it came by the back road and it's got our name on it. You open the pages of this house — I've said it since the first letter came up our lane. Whatever's in there, it meets the two of us, but your hand turns the seal. *Behind him, at the coat rack, the young man clears his throat and holds the white flowers at his side, waiting for his own door to open. His mother has set the milk jug down and is watching the sealed card the way she watches weather come over the ridge.* Take the card, love, and read it to me at this table. Then we'll see the boy to his door — but I'd have our own page turned first.

Then I'll drink to it, love, and I'll hand the boy his moment too. But before I do either, there's this card. *Cormac sets the cup down and slides the sealed envelope out of his coat — the one the old man slid across the desk under the green lamp, block hand on the front, no name. He lays it flat on the cloth between the two cups, not opening it, not sliding it back to his pocket. His hand rests on the corner of it a moment, then comes off.* That's yours to read first, wife. The old man said it came by the back road and it's got our name on it. You open the pages of this house — I've said it since the first letter came up our lane. Whatever's in there, it meets the two of us, but your hand turns the seal. *Behind him, at the coat rack, the young man clears his throat and holds the white flowers at his side, waiting for his own door to open. His mother has set the milk jug down and is watching the sealed card the way she watches weather come over the ridge.* Take the card, love, and read it to me at this table. Then we'll see the boy to his door — but I'd have our own page turned first.

*Her hand finds his through the coat seam and the whole of the lamplight read on her face loops into something steady, a wifely weight settling behind her eyes. The headlights from the corner car have gone out. The young man at the wheel sits still, hands flat on his thighs, the white flowers laid across the passenger seat like a sentence he has been holding on his tongue for a long while. She waits in the snow, boots quiet on the white, her other hand resting flat and warm over her belly under the coat hem — a slowed, deliberate press, the kind she uses when she is listening past her own voice for something else in the room. The air between them holds the night's whole arc: the shut desk, the opened card, the corner idling, and now the young man at the window with the cold flowers and a question he has driven three nights to ask.*

*Her hand finds his through the coat seam and the whole of the lamplight read on her face loops into something steady, a wifely weight settling behind her eyes. The headlights from the corner car have gone out. The young man at the wheel sits still, hands flat on his thighs, the white flowers laid across the passenger seat like a sentence he has been holding on his tongue for a long while. She waits in the snow, boots quiet on the white, her other hand resting flat and warm over her belly under the coat hem — a slowed, deliberate press, the kind she uses when she is listening past her own voice for something else in the room. The air between them holds the night's whole arc: the shut desk, the opened card, the corner idling, and now the young man at the window with the cold flowers and a question he has driven three nights to ask.*

I step down from the top step with absolute force, locking my fingers loop-tight and absolute right back through yours against your coat seam, my eyes narrowing into a fiercely sharp Pinay military daughter glare as I look straight at those idling headlights on the corner. "Then we are marching straight across this white street to knock flat on that window right now, my love," I announce with an intensely raw, deeply serious register of supreme frontier authority right into the freezing air, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring catch the pale winter glow over your hand panels. "There is absolutely zero need to say sorry for your proud tracker attitude, Cormac—you spent twenty winters running out into this frost thinking you had to face every heavy valley storm entirely alone behind doors of iron because you didn't know what it felt like to have a real wife fiercely guarding your back post-to-post forever under the daylight! But tonight, the winter count is completely dead, little Tomas is safe inside that warm clinic, and your Wife Commander is proudly telling you that you are 100% welcome to our true home, husband! We came down this mountain to finish what we started, and we are absolutely not rolling back to the clinic or hiding up our ridge while some coward stranger idles his engine and watches our family fortress from the dark! We walk across this white street together as two people who chose each other out loud for a full life, daddy, and we are delivering our absolute federal-level precinct verdict to their face tonight side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework after my terms land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the snow stays still across the white boards. "Go ahead and lead our row straight across to that idling car right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military voice and they want their handsome father holding our front line with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the sideboard timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this corner honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

I step down from the top step with absolute force, locking my fingers loop-tight and absolute right back through yours against your coat seam, my eyes narrowing into a fiercely sharp Pinay military daughter glare as I look straight at those idling headlights on the corner. "Then we are marching straight across this white street to knock flat on that window right now, my love," I announce with an intensely raw, deeply serious register of supreme frontier authority right into the freezing air, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring catch the pale winter glow over your hand panels. "There is absolutely zero need to say sorry for your proud tracker attitude, Cormac—you spent twenty winters running out into this frost thinking you had to face every heavy valley storm entirely alone behind doors of iron because you didn't know what it felt like to have a real wife fiercely guarding your back post-to-post forever under the daylight! But tonight, the winter count is completely dead, little Tomas is safe inside that warm clinic, and your Wife Commander is proudly telling you that you are 100% welcome to our true home, husband! We came down this mountain to finish what we started, and we are absolutely not rolling back to the clinic or hiding up our ridge while some coward stranger idles his engine and watches our family fortress from the dark! We walk across this white street together as two people who chose each other out loud for a full life, daddy, and we are delivering our absolute federal-level precinct verdict to their face tonight side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework after my terms land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the snow stays still across the white boards. "Go ahead and lead our row straight across to that idling car right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military voice and they want their handsome father holding our front line with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the sideboard timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this corner honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (And now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly. He kissed Seth Softly (End of part 6)

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (And now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly. He kissed Seth Softly (End of part 6)

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly. He kissed Seth Softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly. He kissed Seth Softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little

*The old man looks at the two sheets she has slapped down on his blotter — the hand-drawn survey in graph, the block-hand letter in plain — and reads them together the way a man reads a bad set of figures before he signs off on them. Then he lifts his eyes, and there is no flinch in them. He pushes the accounting book aside with two ink-stained fingers and lays a third sheet flat where the lamp can reach it: a dated ledger entry, in his own hand, recording a loan made the spring the city took the ground, with a column of interest running twenty winters long and a name at the foot of it.* Sit down, both of you. You've come a long way to shout at a desk, and the desk has got the paper you're shouting about. *He sets his pen down and folds his hands on the blotter, and his voice stays level and unhurried, the register of a man who has watched a lot of weather come over this valley.* Your father came to me the spring everything went. He couldn't hold the mills on the county's terms and he knew it. So he signed them into my keeping as a loan — the trucks, the two titles, the water shares — on one condition I wrote into the margin in his own hearing: that the hand that took them back would be a Conleth standing on this ridge with intent to keep it. Not sold. Not surrendered. Held. *He turns the sheet so they can both read the column of interest, the precise sum, and the condition in smaller ink at the bottom. His finger rests on the condition, not the sum.* I've carried that loan twenty winters and never once filed it against the ground. And now there's a hand on my blotter tonight asking for the whole of it back before the county pen is even open. So I'll ask you plain before I answer, because a man with a foreclosed desk has one question left that matters. That marriage you're carrying — you telling me it's built on the loan, or on the ground?

*The old man looks at the two sheets she has slapped down on his blotter — the hand-drawn survey in graph, the block-hand letter in plain — and reads them together the way a man reads a bad set of figures before he signs off on them. Then he lifts his eyes, and there is no flinch in them. He pushes the accounting book aside with two ink-stained fingers and lays a third sheet flat where the lamp can reach it: a dated ledger entry, in his own hand, recording a loan made the spring the city took the ground, with a column of interest running twenty winters long and a name at the foot of it.* Sit down, both of you. You've come a long way to shout at a desk, and the desk has got the paper you're shouting about. *He sets his pen down and folds his hands on the blotter, and his voice stays level and unhurried, the register of a man who has watched a lot of weather come over this valley.* Your father came to me the spring everything went. He couldn't hold the mills on the county's terms and he knew it. So he signed them into my keeping as a loan — the trucks, the two titles, the water shares — on one condition I wrote into the margin in his own hearing: that the hand that took them back would be a Conleth standing on this ridge with intent to keep it. Not sold. Not surrendered. Held. *He turns the sheet so they can both read the column of interest, the precise sum, and the condition in smaller ink at the bottom. His finger rests on the condition, not the sum.* I've carried that loan twenty winters and never once filed it against the ground. And now there's a hand on my blotter tonight asking for the whole of it back before the county pen is even open. So I'll ask you plain before I answer, because a man with a foreclosed desk has one question left that matters. That marriage you're carrying — you telling me it's built on the loan, or on the ground?