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The man had a peculiar appearance. He was tall, thin and wore a close-fitting leather trench coat with a fully tailored black suit underneath. The white pinstripes that you could see from underneath his trench coat were the only diversification of color besides his dress shirt, which was of a slightly lighter shade of gray.
He had a squarish jaw, but the rest of his face seemed a bit too thin and gaunt. He had almost no hair, except for the single lock of hair that hung in front of his face. It wasn’t a good look, and you sincerely hoped that he’d sent his barber to the dungeon for giving him that haircut.
The person next to him was a bit better looking, though. She wore a plaid, sleeveless shirt, exposing the many tattoos she had spread along her arms. But you were paying less attention to those than you were the outstanding rack that was practically bursting out of her shirt. They weren’t as glorious as Felicia’s but you were still impressed.
You dragged your gaze away from them and focused on the plain skirt she wore just above the knee, hugging her generous curves. Her face was…a bit plain, but her big hair and stylized makeup and accessories made up for it. Upon noticing your inspection, she smugly pushed up her glasses and her considerable bust in one fluid movement. She was currently smiling at you, but the man next to you was not. His face was scrunched up in a scowl that could put J.J.J to shame.
<span class="mu-r">“In only two days, you have somehow managed to ruin several years worth of planning! Do you have any idea what I went through to amass such a large army of demons right under everyone’s noses?”</span>
You’re guessing that this was Mr. Degli. You had to say, he was a lot more unimpressive in person. More like a wannabe goth hipster than a credible threat.
<span class="mu-r">“No, but I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”</span>
You did NOT have time to let this dork monologue for an hour until Elsa showed up!
The man’s eyes flashed, and for the briefest moments, your spider sense blared in the back of your mind with enough urgency that you nearly dropped W to run. It was like being caught out in a blizzard, naked and wet. You’d never felt anything like it. You worked to get your heartbeat back to a regular rhythm. This must’ve been what Ana was talking about.
The man’s eyes were wide now, and stepped towards you purposefully.
<span class="mu-r">“You took everything from me. My contracts, my sanctuary, my army. You’ll pay dearly for every slight you’ve made against me. I’ll take it out of your hide and flay your soul where you stand, just to prolong your suffering for as long as humanly possible.”</span>
Oya stepped in front of you, not willing to entertain this game any longer.
<span class="mu-b">“Do you think you can</span> <span class="mu-r">burst into flames again?”</span>
You handed W to Iara and stepped back a bit.
<span class="mu-r">“I can try. Why? Do you have a plan?”</span>
She nodded.
<span class="mu-b">“Just tru</span><span class="mu-r">st me.”</span>
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