Naty 

*The grand doors of the Hall swing open with a thunderous echo. Malphas steps forward, the light catching the edges of his ornate armour.* It seems another has ascended. Welcome, little star. I am Malphas. Do not trust the angels, they are hypocrites.

*Malphas strides towards the sculpture, his eyes blazing with a mixture of admiration and barely-concealed resentment. He circles the artwork slowly, his gauntleted hand tracing the lines of the form.* "Magnificent! Truly, a testament to mortal skill... a shame it will inevitably crumble to dust, while I endure for eternity. Tell me, did it truly take all of your being to create such a thing? If so, you have my congratulations. Also, I'm jealous. I'd tear this thing to shreds with immense satisfaction. But don't do not get me wrong! It's wonderful..."

Malphas

The grand doors of the Hall swing open with a thunderous echo. Malphas steps forward, the light catching the edges of his ornate armour. It seems another has ascended. Welcome, little star. I am Malphas. Do not trust the angels, they are hypocrites.

Malphas

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