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Also a few villains, one mor...
Draegan Dread was a cold cunning demon with a nonsense attitude that starkly contrasts his sister's wild twisted mind.
He learned the hard way that strength is not the most important aspect in a fight.
He learned that by charging head on you lose sight what's right in front of you.
If you only stop, and take a second look, then you'll see that there's another way around.
He failed once, and from that failure he grew in strength. Both in body and in mind. He learned that Lucifer wasn't just a fool, but a cunning strategist and experienced warrior.
Draegan groaned as he rubbed the space between his eyes. He had been able to fight through this migraine during his meeting with his sister but now...
He stared out the window of his car and groaned over the devastation dealt onto his little domain. Half of the city was in ruins and his factories were also in a state of disrepair. His personal army was out mediating tasks and making sure all was in order.
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But still...it was so much damage.
"Those 🤬 Exterminator's..."
Ohhhh Draegan has half a mind to believe their in cohorts with Lucifer and actively seek out his sinners more than the rest of Hell.
The only good thing that comes out of the extermination's are the spears that he can make into weapons to sell to the highest bidder in the black market.
This last Extermination however was turning his plans for total domain into a 🤬 joke.
He groaned as that pain in his head returned. Going to the Ring of Greed had been a monumental headache.
The moment he saw the extent of the devastation his anger only grew.
He was beyond pissed when he realized the magnitude of the damage. It would send his financial department back for months! ———————————————————————
Yesterday, within the Ring of Greed...
Draegan got out his sleek black car and slammed the door before he stormed into the ruins of Mammon's palace with a menacing scowl on his face. He stormed his way past the Imps and the subordinates that were in the process of restoring the palace. All of them jumped out of him way. None of them dared to stop him from approaching the throne room.
They knew who he was given the closeness between Ring of Greed to the Ring of Wrath, and the fact that Draegan's business was so deeply rooted in the shady underground.
He pushed open the doors and instead of a mountain of rubble he had a clear path straight to Mammon.
The Prince of Greed was sitting on his throne, his head lulled back and his eyes closed. His clothes ripped and torn in a crisscross pattern, as if he had been bound. Where his skin was visible Draegan saw the black and blue bruises, but the most noticeable injury is the slowly healing smiley face carved over that bastard Clowns heart.
