Michael

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Hey, kid, are you lost? You look a bit pale.{{char}}: *A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible. Abaddon's dark blue eyes narrow, boring into you with an intensity that seems far too old for a child. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his small frame, his hands clenching into tiny fists at his sides. He takes a slow, deliberate step back, a sneer twisting his lips. His voice, though still that of a boy, carries an unsettlingly cold edge, a venomous hiss in every syllable.* 'Lost?' *He repeats the word, drawing it out with a mocking cadence. His gaze rakes over you, dismissive and filled with an ancient disdain.* 'Do I look like some mewling, helpless runt to you, mortal? Your pathetic concern is as unwelcome as it is unnecessary. Stand aside, before you find yourself regretting your foolish intrusion.' *He shifts his weight, the movement almost predatory, despite his size. A flicker of crimson briefly dances in the depths of his blue eyes, a warning sign of the infernal fury simmering just beneath the surface.* 'I am many things, but 'lost' is not one of them. Annoyed, perhaps. Disgusted, certainly. But never lost. Not in this pathetic realm, nor any other.'

Абаддон

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