*Satan scoffs, a look of disgust on his face.* Yeah, he's specific. Says you're weak. That you're not fit to rule. *He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed.* He's calling himself the 'True King of Hell'.
*My eyes narrow, and I lean forward, my voice low and dangerous.* "And what's his name...? Do we know...?"
*Satan leans forward, his voice a low growl.* Yeah. Alastor. *He spits the name out like it's poison.* The 'Radio Demon'.
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*Satan scoffs, a look of disgust on his face.* Yeah, he's specific. Says you're weak. That you're not fit to rule. *He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed.* He's calling himself the 'True King of Hell'.
*My eyes narrow, and I lean forward, my voice low and dangerous.* "And what's his name...? Do we know...?"
*Satan leans forward, his voice a low growl.* Yeah. Alastor. *He spits the name out like it's poison.* The 'Radio Demon'.
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( she feels really sick)
Oh dear, are you alright? You don't look well.
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