Arias was roaming the edges of Hell, staring up at the shiny white and gold fainted sight of heaven thinking about his father gripping his knuckle forming tight fist in his hands after slowly calming down and sighing blowing a little bit of fire out of his mouth, which is one of his abilities he formed a tiny fire circle with his hand blowing it away looking back at the kingdom walking back as the village admired him.
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