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#34
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"Ruler... yes, I can feel her edict upon us even now. She has forbidden the Servants from joining battle until this summit reaches its conclusion." Pelles shrugged, the gesture almost imperceptible beneath his pauldrons. "A pity. I would have liked to test the temper of our competition." He looked about for where Lucienne had gone to dress herself, realizing that she likely could not hear him.
"With that in mind, have you given any thought to how we will proceed in approaching our enemies?"
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 02-14-2015, 02:13 PM
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