3″We can hear and smell the undead before my army and I see them. The smell makes us shudder. The war horns are blown, a winged fellow appears before me as my men storm forward, stopping me. 'I'm Cupid. I have your soulmate. Your realm has been deemed safer than theirs,' the cupid says to me. This is not a good time I bark out, watching my men storm forward. Cupid shrugs. "It never is," and POOF, there's a baffled human in my arms, and Cupid vanishes. The human and I look at each other. Uh...
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