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That does it! Avon couldn't stand boys who were above themselves, and this one really needed to be taught a lesson. "Fine, be that way. But don't come crying to me tomorrow if you wake up crying from some illness you could have prevented." As he stalked away, he drew an insignia in the air: it was a small curse, meant to make Alexander feel horrible when he woke up tomorrow. Nothing serious, just a splitting headache and wheezing. It should knock him out for a few days and make him more submissive. And probably handicap him enough so I can continue to feed on his soul, Avon thought as he dived into the ocean, dissolving his physical form as he swam deeper and deeper, breaking past the barrier to reach the spiritual realm. The sun was setting and it was dark out, about time he reported his discovery.
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