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DANTE MORRIS - THE BEAST

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"It's time you should be reborn," Joshua sighed at that. "Not until my wish is granted." The person grunted at hearing the same thing. "You are not in a position to bargain, human; you should go, which means you should.” Joshua rolled his eyes. "You are not meeting him in this life." "Then I am content watching him from here." Another sigh escaped from the person. "It doesn't work that way. I am done prolonging your rebirth; it's time." "Let me meet him once, only once. I will get my way around him." The guy rolled his eyes. "He doesn't want to." "That will change with the meeting, trust me." "Same old, same old, cocky, overconfident." Joshua chuckled at that. "I know him better than he knows himself." A long sigh left the guy. "It's going to be hard, and the road to his way will never be easy." Joshua leaned back, a content smile left from him. "With him, it was never easy. I tasted it before, and I am ready for everything, but I want him. My yearning for him will never change, my craving for him is stronger than before, the urge to have him is multiplied, and the desire has reached its peak. This time, the hunger I am feeling is like never before, the longing is ripping something in me, and the ache is different, burning me with passion. With a resolute voice, Joshua spoke. I want him, and I always will.”
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