And Kors was covered with a great wave of hatred for them. “I treated you with you with all my heart, and you behaved like that?! Don't do that, don't communicate with that, what's the difference to you?! I didn't do them badly! I'll kill them all!” thought Kors, “Everyone! Varah and Zagpeace, and rascal Ariel!” Salafael didn’t evoke such emotions in him. Why did he do this? Why did he agree? What should he do now? How to live with this shameful face make-up that makes him an outcast? There is no way back to the noble blacks, and the unclean ones don’t need him, they have their own lives. I'll hang myself now, Kors thought. “I ruined everything and they didn't support me. They threw me out right there, seeing that I was lost. They consider me an idiot. But I will have my revenge! If you think that I will forget everything, you are very mistaken! I won’t forget, I won’t forgive and I will take revenge! You don't know me well!”

Such confusion was going on in his head, emotions were off scale. “Where is Alis? Lis is with no one and at the same time with everyone. He is everywhere welcomed, and doesn’t come close to anyone, he is cunning. And the Demon promotes him well, loves him. And Kors is abandoned. And where is his Mission? Where is my Mission?! Lis is probably with Tol and my daughter is there all well,” Kors thought about Karina: “What is she doing? Is Lis hitting her again? Or is she kissing the unclean Nija, congratulating each other on the victory?” And just thinking about it, Kors suddenly “heard” them! Nija and Karina, as well as he “heard” before the thoughts and emotions of Prince Arel about her, but only brighter, because it was not in the past. It was now, at the very minute when Kors was worried about his daughter, she was fucking with Nija. He saw them, as if he was standing next to them, and suddenly he very clearly felt that demonic energy, which he already knew well, and which came from Nikto. Nija also had it! And his daughter, obviously, also felt it, she sat on top of Nija and with moans bent, rising and falling on his cock. Kors saw the marks of the whip on her body, everything that happened became such a revelation for him that he even forgot about his grievances for a minute.

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