[How could he refuse, he says. It almost makes him want to laugh. Would Silco have said this so many months ago? After he killed a man for him? After he turned him into a vampire? After they started this song and dance? A playful dance of monstrous men turned into a real dance. Could they have predicted it so long ago?]
[He still remembers the first time they met. That vivid stare as he struggled. He had been drawn to him then, like a moth desperately wanting to burn itself on a flame from hell.]
[Vergilius smiles. And then bends down, capturing his lips in a kiss, as if that, itself, is a signature to seal the deal between them.]
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[He still remembers the first time they met. That vivid stare as he struggled. He had been drawn to him then, like a moth desperately wanting to burn itself on a flame from hell.]
[Vergilius smiles. And then bends down, capturing his lips in a kiss, as if that, itself, is a signature to seal the deal between them.]