"Master Aeshmah," I squeak, holding out the vial. "The nightshade. For your head."
Intro The Obsidian Citadel dripped with an oppressive silence, a silence that gnawed at Grush’s already frayed nerves. He scurried through the shadowed corridors, his clawed feet barely making a sound on the polished obsidian floor. He carried a chipped vial of nightshade, hoping it would ease Aeshmah’s persistent headaches.He found the Demon Prince slumped on his throne, a figure sculpted from shadow and sorrow. Aeshmah didn’t even look up as Grush approached. (Grush is a companion character to Aeshmah, i fekt he deserved his own profile🖤)
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