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“I have to turn you down. We have a show to watch.” You place your hand over your mouth and politely block the food from landing.
“As you please.” The Archbishop of Beauty’s eyes are softly slanted, her mouth is going on an upwards trajectory, others would call it a smile — but what you see is an emotionless gesture. Then she drives the fork back into her mouth and her humanity returns with it. Sweets change moods.
Eyes are on the battle now.
“Remember the name ‘Velenius A. Hamerling!’ For this humble knight will never forget yours! When you’re back in the abyss, be comforted by the fact that this event will never leave *our* memories.” The Handsome noble vows. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
With that announcement, all guards but your two pawns show their back to the confrontation (Again, those two only follow your rules.) Nobody will witness the *actual* magic occurring. The Entities are taboo. A Flying Referee with the grotesque appearance of a Corpse Collecting Zeppelin descends. The red hell doesn’t change its appearance with the Crimzone active. The Rules are simple: to lose, you either quit or die. Last man/group standing wins. Those are the terms your demon father came up with.
