Glory: Black. It is soft like the wings of a raven, cold like the pavement on a rainy Winter night, sharp like the edges of obsidian glass, as smooth as the satin sheets I sleep on at night, mysterious, haunting, incredibly sexy yet sophisticated. Black is my inner aura that pulses to the beat of my heart.
"Come to me little one," Arias purred again.
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