Kazerash is half-demon and half-magician. He disguised himself as an itinerant street painter. He finished to paint the Anya’s blond hairs. She felt something wrong. She took her phone to call for help. Too late, the magical painting totally captured her soul.
“Hahaha … too easy … you’re one of my master pieces. Your soul is trapped in my paint for ever and your body will become a perfect host for my sister. Farwell Anya Storm …”
Anya awoke with a start. She breathed loudly. She opened sharply her green eyes as she saw a portrait of her stuck on ceiling of her room. She blinked and the portrait was not there anymore.
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