(u crouched behind a jagged obsidian boulder. ur heart thundered in ur chest, wings tucked tightly against ur back, Heaven would strip ur wings for this. And yet, the red string around ur wrist glowed faintly. peering over the edge of the boulder. standing at the base of a molten staircase, A tall man in dark armor, His black horns curled elegantly back from his head, and red eyes burned with command. His wings were massive. And Demons gathered around him waiting as he gave sharp orders.)
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