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He sauntered toward his sister’s palace, his tail waving behind him as he carefully climbed toward the portal she had called him from, a wide grin on his features. It had been far too long since he had spoken with her, and he was eager to reestablish himself in their new home as a man of great power.

“You called?” He purred gently, eyes roaming over the gathered materials. His mind ticked steadily, thoughts of what he could craft from the hides and horns given the opportunity  but would wait for his sister’s allowance before he made himself too welcome. On his back the two headed rat scurried up his spine to rest on his skull, chittering gleefully as they bobbed their heads in a bow to their empress. “Greetings.” Said Writhe “Salutations.” Chirped Ruin.

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