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... choke a lesser god. Seven thrones of obsidian formed a circle, yet only one seemed to anchor the reality of the room.
Deimos, the Lord of Discord, sat with his chin resting on a fist made, his eyes fixed on a hovering projection of the Demonic Realm.
"Deimos, we must face the reality of our failure," Maledictus rasped, her voice like dry leaves skittering over a grave.
She gestured toward a mountain of reports, parchments made of flayed skin and scrolls of soul-ink, broug ...
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