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February 11, 2022 | Xander's diary

  What becomes of me? This time I spend here at Luci's whim. I am well-fed, with no need to hunt. I grow bored with myself. Shall I hunt for sport to entertain my Bonded? I rejected the idea once before, but if a murderous, psychopathic brute is what she requires of me, I'll have no choice but to revert to the monster I once was, for her enjoyment. Don't think I haven't noticed her slowly replacing me with that Swedish brute. His bloodlust fascinates her, as mine once did. Now I am forced to sit and watch as my Singer falls for someone else.

Or not. Surely Lucifer won't object to me exacting a bit of vigilante justice for his wife's excitement? I used to take Maze hunting with me, why not Serena?

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