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Archdemon Empress Luna
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"How promiscuous!" Sloth exclaimed as he started rocking the whelp gently to halt its screeches.
Glaring at him, Luna thought infuriatingly, 'Promiscuous?'
'God of Light?'
'Did he mistook Apollyon for Apollo?'
The more the Archdemon comforted the sobbing whelp by patting its rear gently, the more its cries pierced their ears until they bleed.
Luna sighed at how hopeless this conversation was.
Sloth's voice was already soft and calm before, and now, it got to the point where Luna couldn't hear what he said.
As if reading her mind, Sloth leaned his face closer and raised his voice so loud it scared the whelp into silence, "Now, I'm afraid I would be next in line!"
'Sloth being next in line as in her future victim?'
