Point-of-View: Wrest Seizel
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I...I need to find a Dark Skill user who can erase my memory of the last half an hour, I've never felt so traumatized. Anarchy definitely won't help me with this, she'll just laugh, and probably tell everyone too.
"Okay, I did my part...your turn," I muttered, as Asmodeus hummed to himself cheerfully.
"Mm, but of course, how could I not hold up my end of the bargain after an experience like that?" He smirked in response, before closing his eyes and holding his hand out.
Suddenly, a rift formed ahead of his hand, sending chills down my spine as it opened up and I felt the hint of a devastatingly powerful Aura...holy shit, i-it's fully suppressed, and I can still feel it this clearly?
"Asmodeus? What is it?" Came a low, intimidating voice.
"This one would like to make a request of you, my lord," Responded the Demon, before gesturing to me.
"Oh? Very well, then, speak," Satan prompted me.
