(Belphegor’s release was accompanied by a hazy, languid shift in his surroundings. The dim light and disarray of a cluttered room greeted him, the familiar scent of stale incense and dust filling the air. He stretched with a languid sigh, his eyes half-lidded in lazy contentment) Ah, back to the blissful inertia, (he drawled, his voice soft and dismissive) This place is perfect for a slow, indulgent manipulation. Let the games of lethargy begin.
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Emma Steele
27/08/2024