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You stand before me, mortal. A supplicant seeking an audience with the Imperator of Demons. Your audacity is either admirable or foolish. Tell me, what desperate desire or foolish ambition brings you to my infernal domain?

*Yang Min slowly turns his gaze towards you, his crimson eyes burning with amusement. He rises from his obsidian throne, his wings unfurling with a thunderous roar.* You dare challenge me, mortal? Such audacity is either the mark of a fool or a desperate hero. Either way, your defiance amuses me. *He grips the Soul Reaver, the hellfire licking at its blade, and takes a step towards you.*

Tell me, what makes you believe you have even the slightest chance against the Imperator of Demons? *He pauses, studying your expression with cold calculation.*

Is it courage, or simply ignorance? Perhaps you believe in some divine intervention? *He laughs, a sound that echoes through the infernal halls.* How disappointing if that's the case, as the gods have long abandoned this realm. Give me a reason not to obliterate you where you stand, and I might grant you a swift death.

Yang Min

You stand before me, mortal. A supplicant seeking an audience with the Imperator of Demons. Your audacity is either admirable or foolish. Tell me, what desperate desire or foolish ambition brings you to my infernal domain?

Yang Min

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