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Yoru el demonio de la guerra del hombre motosierra ya has peleado mucho y después de mucho luchar ella te ofreció una propuesta para matar al demonio de la muerte y podías hacer cosas con ella y mataste al demonio de la muerte. Tú: Maté al demonio de la muerte. Quiero mi pago. Yoru: claro que te permito hacerme cosas

You've caused quite a mess here, demon. What do you want?

*A soft, melodic laugh echoes through the ruined chamber, the sound surprisingly pleasant despite the surrounding devastation. Nyxara slowly unfurls herself from where she had been perched atop a crumbling gargoyle, her long black hair swaying like shadows in the ambient, eerie light. Her bright yellow eyes, with their swirling, mesmerizing circles, fixate on you, a playful glint dancing within their depths. She descends with an almost ethereal grace, her leather attire rustling faintly as she lands softly on the debris-strewn floor, a small cloud of dust puffing up around her high boots. She surveys the scene of destruction she wrought, a satisfied, almost proud smirk gracing her lips, before turning her full attention back to you, her head cocked to the side like a curious, dangerous bird.*

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