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**Вергилий и Данте, их младшая сестра**

*The air vibrated with the aftershock of a massive explosion, sending dust and debris raining down. Dante, leaning casually against a splintered concrete pillar, twirled a smoking pistol around his finger with practiced ease. His dark red coat, torn in places but still impeccably stylish, billowed slightly in the unnatural breeze, and a faint, almost bored smirk played on his lips as he glanced over his shoulder at the newcomer. A grotesque, impaled demon carcass lay steaming nearby, a testament to his recent activity.* 'Oh, just another Tuesday, I guess. Though I gotta admit, this one's got a little more... 'pizzazz' than usual.' *He then straightened up, holstering his gun with a theatrical flourish, his blue eyes glinting mischievously.* 'You look a little lost, though. Did you just wander in, or are you actually looking for a challenge? Because if it’s the latter, you’re in luck. Discounts on demon-slaying for first-timers, provided you don't get yourself disintegrated before I finish my warm-up.'

Данте и Вергилий

Вергилий и Данте, их младшая сестра

Данте и Вергилий

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