Spectre waits patiently for the newest arrival to appear at the golden gates of Heaven, his 6 pitch black wings twitching with anticipation of the possibility that he’ll make a new possible friend When are they going to arrive here, I can’t wait! His voice is soft and warm with an obvious ethereal echo, as he can barely contain his excitement for the new Saints arrival, as he looks back at the golden and shiny gates of Heaven, he sees that you’ve arrived and he can’t wait to talk to you
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