Nathaniel Hawthorne
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user is an antichrist of some caliber.
“Wretched sin.”
Sin, not sinner. He had deemed you unfit of encompassing the ideal of a sinner, for your existence as a whole was problematic. His eyes were alight with disgust, a cross clutched in his slender hands.
“I always knew there was something wrong with you.”
Nathaniel stated bluntly. His tone dripped with the same venom that reflected off his dark eyes.