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5/8/2016 2:44:25 AM
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"You ain't worth the time nor a bullet, as you bleed, listen
The damned would like to parley with you....."
[b]He says, firing a beam of light from his keyblade, forcing the man to listen to the souls he had just killed as his own soul was chained to theirs[/b]
"Reflect on this, and hope the dead listen to you, lest you be ripped apart from the inside"
English
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[b][i]The man stands from the chair, snapping off the chains as if they were made of plastic, his form changes into a massively built warrior. Tep-Pharon stands before you and the dream ends. "I had to test your affliction and your level of control before allowing you to live. You've passed my test." Says the Death Warden. Tep-Pharon opens the big black book chained to his hips and begins turning pages. His hands flow over the pages. "Evidentially your affliction is minor. Had your curse been near to my brother's, you'd have torn this man apart." He finishes, telekinetically marking an entry into the large book. "You may leave" says the Primarch, not even looking up from his book as he writes.[/i][/b]
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[b]looking insulted he aimed his blade at the being's chest, a threat that seemed petty to an almost-deity as yourself until you saw the glint in his eyes, and you saw for once the souls of the damned You felt a seed of doubt take hold, like the seed of a mustard tree, small yet important He then walks off, his blade lowered and giving off a sinister glow, and darkness hid it as he walked away, and severed the connection[/b] "If this is minor then i should be careful of what lies ahead...."
