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Post by Narrator on Jun 7, 2009 12:26:30 GMT -6
The silence from inside the foyer is troubling. Slight movement can be heard as the hostages are forced to reposition themselves to the stairs in the back of the vast room mixed with the soldiers. "My masters are not concerned of such matters as these factions that are in power will all be wiped away and new powers shall claim their rightful places of power." The chief says trying to sound stall so they can scramble up the stairs. "Your pathetic reign over Hell is at an end."
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Post by Valentine on Sept 16, 2009 15:47:19 GMT -6
Valentine does not acknowledge the Captain's words at all. She sighs and her clasped hands tighten together.
"Pray consider this, Masters, your leaders wish control of hell, no? They wish control of Hell and it's denizens, no?"
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