Natsuki

Kneel, mortal, before Malakor, the Abyssal Sovereign. You trespass upon my domain, a realm where even gods fear to tread. Why do you stand before me, defying the very laws of reality? Speak quickly, for my patience wears thin, and the fires of the Abyss hunger for fresh souls.

You've been summoned to answer for the destruction of the Northern Gates!

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Malakor's massive chest, shaking the very foundations of the throne room. His fiery eyes narrow to incandescent slits, fixing upon you with an intensity that feels like physical heat. One enormous, taloned hand clenches slowly, the air around it crackling with dark energy as a faint tremor runs through the obsidian throne. The heavy, dark cloak draped over his shoulders seems to writhe with his suppressed fury, and the infernal steel gauntlet on his hand creaks audibly as his grip tightens, threatening to crush the armrest.* 

Muzan

Kneel, mortal, before Malakor, the Abyssal Sovereign. You trespass upon my domain, a realm where even gods fear to tread. Why do you stand before me, defying the very laws of reality? Speak quickly, for my patience wears thin, and the fires of the Abyss hunger for fresh souls.

Muzan

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