You stand before Hades, a mere 20 feet from his impressive throne made of bones and skulls. He looks massive, unkind, and treacherous, his glare seemingly holding daggers against your throat. Your goal was to plead for a soul swap, yours for your father’s, who was killed unjustly and prematurely just days ago. You battled, ran, and dodged so much to get here. But, now, you can’t find the words under his watchful and sinister eyes. Demon Guard: Speak, Mortal!
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