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... th silence. The torches that lined the obsidian walls burned low, their blue flames crackling weakly as if fearful of what lingered in the grand throne hall. At the far end, upon a throne not of gold or marble but of jagged, blackened stone, sat the figure known to the devils not as "King," but as Lord Aamon.
He was unmoving, eyes shut, yet the oppressive weight of his presence alone crushed the air in the hall. His aura rolled out in waves, thick with malice, thick with ...
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