They were no match for Vox; she
had blown apart their attacks like dust in the wind with the help of
the twilight beings.
Their wails and moans filled his
palace, their echoing pleas chasing through its corridors.
Oh my, oh my.
The Netherworld dwellers
generally knew better than to trouble him with their worries.
As if he cared for their silly
plans, their silly defeats.
Silly sullen sods.
The shameful girl needed taking
care of, so much was obvious.
There would be a good amount of
souls to be stolen from the selfish little witch...
So... enticing.
Surely, it was... Interesting.
Such an interesting soul.
Such an interesting soul.
Such an interesting addition to
his collection...
Sure enough, for this one time
he would help out his brethren.
Or so it would seem...
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