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#508
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Releasing a short, breathless laugh, Shealtiel staggers over to the pair. Chuckling again, he says, "Not just a Saint you sated yourself on, then, was it? Bene ha Elohim. A Cherished Son of God. And you... you're no simple demon. Not like any I've encountered before. Some kind of protean being, a chimerical essence seemingly naturally optimized for adaptation and assimilation. Dangerous... and fascinating."
He steps closer, locking eyes with the entity before him. "Tell me, do you have a name?"
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 08-08-2011, 08:22 PM
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