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Part 68: http://archive.moe/vp/thread/21460869 +
http://archive.moe/vp/thread/21476638
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD
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>MEANWHILE, WITHIN THE DEEPEST REACHES OF THE FORSAKEN UNDERWORLD. . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYCvgJkF2Jw
Azumao, the shadowy Devil King (that is also a Seaking), sits in his throne room in the burning depths of Hell. It is a slow day, and the tortured screaming of demons in the background can only amuse him for so long. Quickly becoming dejected and disinterested, the Seaking claps twice and yawns.
Not a moment too soon, the wide doors at the front of the throne room open with a loud booming creak. In comes a bloodied Carnivine barely clinging on to his afterlife, his eyes are completely gorged out, his sharp teeth are jutting through his flat face, and his roots have been tied down by a chain and a cement block.
Huffing and puffing, the Carnivine drags himself down the long hall and does not stop until he reaches his master. Only then does he drop flat the floor, exhausted and a complete mess.
http://archive.moe/vp/thread/21476638
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD
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>MEANWHILE, WITHIN THE DEEPEST REACHES OF THE FORSAKEN UNDERWORLD. . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYCvgJkF2Jw
Azumao, the shadowy Devil King (that is also a Seaking), sits in his throne room in the burning depths of Hell. It is a slow day, and the tortured screaming of demons in the background can only amuse him for so long. Quickly becoming dejected and disinterested, the Seaking claps twice and yawns.
Not a moment too soon, the wide doors at the front of the throne room open with a loud booming creak. In comes a bloodied Carnivine barely clinging on to his afterlife, his eyes are completely gorged out, his sharp teeth are jutting through his flat face, and his roots have been tied down by a chain and a cement block.
Huffing and puffing, the Carnivine drags himself down the long hall and does not stop until he reaches his master. Only then does he drop flat the floor, exhausted and a complete mess.
