“What news do you have for me Wormwood?” Abaddon’s face was focused out onto the lakes of fire and the entrapped souls inside of them. The vapors of the souls twisted and writhed in pain as the flames danced in their confines. The sharp shining spires of black obsidian encaged the fiery lakes...
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