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... food by now. I wonder what’s the hold up."
A deep, commanding voice rolled through the vast throne hall, each word carrying weight. It was not anger, not concern, but mild, detached curiosity.
The Demon King leaned back against his throne of obsidian and bone, one clawed finger tapping idly against the armrest.
"What’s the matter, Dio?"
A demoness approached in slow, deliberate steps. She was tall and striking, dressed in a tight crimson gown with matching heels, ...
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