I am a Dementor - standing watch over the pits of the Wizarding World - Azkaban. My kind is mistakenly thought to take pleasure in this task.
No creature enjoys "feasting" off of the unwanted scraps of society.
Our Lord has returned, and he will grant us the Freedom to lay our hands (and mouths) on who we please. Prepare yourselves for that day, and until then, you may want to rethink where your loyalties lie.
I look forward to tasting your soul.
You surrender to my gentle embrace, The touch of your lips as my body - They trace. I have loved, but never as this, Yours forever, Sealed with this kiss.
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