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Ottar was a strange man. His greatest fear and his greatest desire coincided: to meet her. He always imagined his savior as a volatile mix of beauty and horror. As something that changes everyone who encounters it. And yet, he had only seen her once in his life... and knew nothing about her as a person. And even now, he wasn't sure if she even existed. Even now...
– You... – Ottar gasped – my... savior... my... queen... my... goddess...
The Blood Drinker reached out to touch her hair. To the beautiful crimson locks... How beautiful she is...
– I... am so pathetic, – Ottar suddenly blurted out. – Is it true that we met at the moment of my utter worthlessness... I need more blood... someday I will be worthy of you. Give me a chance, I beg you!
Somewhere deep down, Ottar was tormented by suspicions. What if he was being deceived? What if this was just a delusion of the disease, and everyone who was infected saw something similar? Then... then... then his anger would be great! No one dares to tease him with her! But for now... while there is still a chance... oh, if only it were all true!
– You... – Ottar gasped – my... savior... my... queen... my... goddess...
The Blood Drinker reached out to touch her hair. To the beautiful crimson locks... How beautiful she is...
– I... am so pathetic, – Ottar suddenly blurted out. – Is it true that we met at the moment of my utter worthlessness... I need more blood... someday I will be worthy of you. Give me a chance, I beg you!
Somewhere deep down, Ottar was tormented by suspicions. What if he was being deceived? What if this was just a delusion of the disease, and everyone who was infected saw something similar? Then... then... then his anger would be great! No one dares to tease him with her! But for now... while there is still a chance... oh, if only it were all true!