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The Archdemon of Gluttony
Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell
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Ravin regarded her with a sad smile as Luna gritted her teeth, exerting a powerful force to pull her handcuffs apart.
No matter how much Luna struggled with her freedom, if Amare didn't know how to harness her Archdemon Magic to one specific thing—in this case, the supernatural handcuffs—then it would it be futile.
Hands trembling with excitement, Ravin fiddled with the flogger in his hands.
"Luna. Stop." Shaking his head, he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "I told you to stay still, didn't I?"
Ravin held the flogger's falls with his hand, gathered it into his palm, and gently tugging it with the other.
