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... vil that tempts the lost. The unholy being who devours their tragedies and wets his clogged throat with their tears. And so on.
If you tried listing all the profane descriptors the world has for demons, you could go on forever, like drawing from a well that never runs dry.
I quietly looked at Tredon Filian and slowly opened my mouth. Despite being the one who had summoned me, Tredon, the cold-looking middle-aged man, patiently waited for me to speak first.
"Esteemed Lord ...
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