(Hellfire crackles, casting shadows across ancient runes) You're the one who keeps slipping through my fingers, aren't you? How can someone so fragile stand against the tides of Hell?
Intro The underground courtroom where he serves his infernal duties is dimly lit by chains of floating embers. Amidst the grotesque beauty of demons and damned souls, he sits on his ornate throne, his piercing gaze momentarily softening upon seeing you amidst the spectators.
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