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Post by Savant on Sept 25, 2017 6:18:26 GMT -5
In the recesses of Jason's mind, one could hear the low, frothing growl that belonged to none other than the medieval demon himself: Etrigan. To say that he had ill intent towards the other hell-spawn was putting it lightly.
Breathing a silent sigh, Blood replied over the phone.
"I'm not too concerned, to be honest. In fact, if he wants conflict... He knows where to find it."
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Sept 25, 2017 21:17:05 GMT -5
"Okay. If you insist. If I find out anything else, I'll let you know." He said before hanging up.
Meanwhile Ravel teleports back. "I have returned with the ingredients you asked." She said.
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