“It is my blood, I have freed you from the curse of darkness, it seems that I am a deed of your forgiveness,” I told him curtly, not wanting to elaborate on this subject, busy thinking about what was more important “Now, please, would you come out with me, I need to talk to you a little.”

Damian came out hesitantly, looking around him in astonishment, three hundred years in the dark, until he had forgotten what it was like to be in direct sunlight, how it slashed his skin so gently, gently pierced his limbs, and devoured him with its warmth and light.

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