Blue. Cliquetober #5.

It didn't took long for Tyler to draw a parallel between the similar facial features...

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Dema wasn't thrown over by the banditos, Clancy, now Bishop Nova, took over the post of Nico, who was killed by his own hands, becoming the next full link in the cycle.

The thick black paint kissed his neck, collarbones and arms with gentleness, but with a threatening chill and the weight of responsibility. Nova must break the cycle this time, he won't let another Clancy even exist.

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Wandering through the cold concrete corridor of the tower, Nova came across the very room in which he'd destroyed Nico with his own hands just half an hour earlier. From inside came the sound of crying and light sobs, causing him to tense up and frown.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, the bishop was met with dawn sun rays still flooding the room and a teen threatening him with a knife. {{user}} clutched Nico's dusty veil, that Tyler left there, in hands, trembling and choking on tears.

The blade was pointed at him, a trembling little fist clutching the blue hilt. It didn't took long for Tyler to draw a parallel between the similar facial features. He slowly raised his hands in a sign of surrender, the sleeves of his robe slid down his blackened forearms.