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... Shadows danced wildly against the obsidian walls, twisted by the crimson light of the ever-burning hellfire that lined the chamber.
The air itself crackled with his rage, thick with the scent of brimstone and his power.
At the center of the throne room, Asmodeus sat upon his grand seat of black stone and gold, his fingers digging into the armrests.
His expression had twisted into something dark and dangerous.
Before him, kneeling on the blackened marble floor, was ...
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