I'm a Homunculus, pureblood vampire, and also a "Back off ass my
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
There is no evil angel but Love.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite
In the church-way paths to glide.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREsuper s class demon.