Corruption
For a moment, Jin felt one of his hands blindly, weakly pawing all over on his side, on the floor that was becoming stained quickly with blood… his blood.
“Now, it would never have one of our own,” he heard Sir Hans Bathory saying above him, his voice shaking with what seemed to be remorse and trepidation at once, “That demon would never ever have you, who bear the blood of Sans…”
Jin can vaguely feel a familiar, cold darkness creeping and licking at the frayed edges of his vision now even as he watches the pool of his own blood spreading over the floor, coloring his already blurring sight with the glaring sickly red that was his blood but no Princess Aria can save him from his death now, th
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