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ange out of the heavy
black armor and thick red cloak that Facade had made him wear for their
wedding. Wedding? He could barely think of it as such. The demonic shadows
that were their attendants, the psychotic bitch that was his bride, and the
"deflowering" of the bride and groom by the "priest" all made him want to
close his eyes and hope he woke from this horrid nightmare. But he'd tried
that. A number of times. Even his dreams and fantasies were being invaded
and violated and altered. The only time anything could stay untainted was
while Facade was otherwise occupied, like when Reon Kosaka was fucking him. At least
he was free to imagine someone he cared about, like Marcia, being the female
form he was servicing.
Obsidian drifted off into a fitful sleep after he had dropped off the
restricting garments. His dreams were thankfully few, and mostly pleasant
memories of times spent with his fellow Nemesis trainees, especially Marcia,
aka Masquerade.
A flash of multi-colored light brought him to groggy wakefulness. He
opened his eyes to see Facade standing in the center o
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