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blackjewelledmaleSaetan isn't sure how it came about: perhaps it was the house blessing him for his endeavors in protecting the house. But he isn't questioning the fact that he awakened from a half-doze to find he's shed a good twenty-five thousand years. He feels younger and more vigourous, the old fire in his heart -- and his loins -- returned.
He's still to be found in the library, and should Fuschia come looking for a new book to read, she might find him there: the grey at his temples has gone, the care lines in his face have vanished, and his limp is nearly vanished. He's shed his frock coat and waistcoat and has unlaced the neck of his shirt, showing some of his nicely-muscled chest. And he might be perusing the romance novels, chuckling affectionately at some of the titles and covers...
He's still to be found in the library, and should Fuschia come looking for a new book to read, she might find him there: the grey at his temples has gone, the care lines in his face have vanished, and his limp is nearly vanished. He's shed his frock coat and waistcoat and has unlaced the neck of his shirt, showing some of his nicely-muscled chest. And he might be perusing the romance novels, chuckling affectionately at some of the titles and covers...