Shadow Slave: Master of Lies
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The hateful demon looked at the world down below while sitting on his Obsidian Throne. A mask made black crystal covered his face completely, hiding it from the world. The mask had jugged fangs and eight horns that twisted into the air like a jugged crown.
The demon tilted his head, resting his fist against the smooth surface of the mask, as if he had seen something intriguing.
Suddenly his mask twisted. A sinister grin stretched the obsidian lips of his demonic mask, making it appear seemingly alive, like a real face.
"Interesting..."
The demon uttered, before darkness swallowed everything.
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