She was Grace, in name and in style.
She was the image of pure beauty, with ruby lips, sapphire blue eyes, and skin pale as virgin snow.
Her manner, brutal, honest, caring.
She would not lie to spare feelings.
Her presence made men euphorically happy.
I knew her better.
I knew she was cruel.
Encapsulated in a cloud of vanity, bitterly floating around her.
Her vanity made her a teaser, and I saw her as that.
I knew I should help the Succubus' victims, but they're not my mistakes to make.
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