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Ronan barely looked like himself anymore, his face was disfigured…

He laid half on his side and half on his back, his body twisted unnaturally where Lucifer had left him.

Blood pooled under his head, dark and thick, soaking into the dirt like the ground itself was drinking him in.

His face was swollen beyond recognition… one eye completely shut, the other barely open and unfocused.

His lips were split, blood crusting at the corners of his mouth.

Every breath he took ...