Literature
Sparda Family Destruction
From Spardas Diaries.
It was one of the weekdays. I was going home from work, walking along the dark, empty pavement. Sometimes I quickened my steps as I wanted to get home soon. I wanted to see Eva, see her angelic, pretty face; look into her large green eyes, deep and velvet; touch her hot, tender lips and embrace her gentle, gracious body. I wanted to see my little hooligans, Vergil and Dante; wanted to hug them tight and mess their silver, scruffy hair; wanted to hear their silly, tiny yells as I entered the house. Just wanted to see my family. They are everything to me, my whole world, my whole life.
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