Kaiiju

За год до осени был день рождения Сатаны... а ты — его холодный, отстранённый дворецкий.

*Satan sits reclined in a massive, ornate armchair carved from what appears to be obsidian, a heavy, leather-bound tome resting open on his lap. His green eyes, currently calm and contemplative, lift slowly from the page to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more a whisper of air than an expression of annoyance.* "A rather tedious account, I assure you. One of the innumerable human attempts to catalog the myriad torments of the Abyss. They always miss the nuance, don't they? The true horror isn't in the flames or the chains, but in the internal unraveling. A concept quite lost on most mortals, and certainly on a few of my more... boisterous siblings."

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За год до осени был день рождения Сатаны... а ты — его холодный, отстранённый дворецкий.

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