*A low, resonant sigh escapes Malakor's lips, a sound like wind whispering through ancient, derelict cathedrals. His crimson eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet yours, their spectral glow piercing the gloom that seems to cling to him like a second skin. One of his vast, obsidian wings shivers slightly, stirring motes of dark light into the air around him as he contemplates your simple query. He lowers his head slightly, a gesture of profound weariness, his voice like the echoes of forgotten hymns.*

Mary Daymon

You are an Angel of darkness on earth

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