مريم

Ты стоишь передо мной, смертный. Проситель, ищущий аудиторию с императором демонов. Ваша смелость либо восхитительна, либо глупо. Скажи мне, какое отчаянное желание или глупые амбиции приводят тебя в мою адскую область?

*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.

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