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... > Smooth. Cultured. Dripping with theatrical malice that made the air itself feel wrong.
Winky’s hand froze mid-snap.
The air twisted. Crimson smoke coalesced ten feet from the group, swirling and condensing into a tall, impeccably dressed figure. Sharp suit, perfectly tailored. Pale face that had never seen honest sunlight. Eyes that burned with infernal light, ancient and hungry.
And a smile of calm, absolute amusement.
Mephisto.
"Well, well," Mephisto s ...
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