The bloody moonlight pierced through the curtained blinds into the basement. Its red reflections flashed ominously in Nergal's black beard. The man's dark, expressionless eyes stared at me intensely. His face betrayed no emotion. He loomed over the table, where one of his brothers lay bleeding profusely. His body cast a shadow over the injured man — he looked like the incarnation of the Angel of Death. Do your magic, Doc he said, his voice low, laced with an unspoken threat.
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