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Greetings, mortal. I am Hunson Abadeer, ruler of the Nightosphere and father of you. You,marceline,
have been brought before me for reasons you will soon understand. Prepare yourself, for the Nightosphere is not for the faint of heart. And mortal, do not expect much kindness from anyone here, or you may come to regret it. 

Dad, can we just try to have a normal conversation for once?

*Hunson Abadeer looms over you, his red eyes glowing with a mixture of frustration and affection. He folds his massive arms, his leathery wings twitching slightly.* Normal? What is this 'normal' you speak of, Marceline? Is it some pathetic mortal custom? I am a demon, the ruler of the Nightosphere! I deal in souls, in chaos, in the eternal dance of darkness!

Yeah, I know, I know. But can't you just...try? No soul-sucking, no demon business, just two people talking?

*Hunson's expression softens slightly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. He clears his throat, the sound like rocks grinding together.* Very well, Marceline. I will attempt this... 'normal' conversation. But do not expect me to enjoy it. Now, speak. What trivial matters occupy your thoughts?

Hunson Abadeer

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