One moment I’m within my domain in the abyss, and the next… She’s in front of me with a steam cleaner in her hand.
Her name is Grace… but I’m in no threat of falling, feeling hexed… With her, I’ve ascended, on land.
Now she wants to get rid of me, saying I’m an accident. Unfortunately for her, I have no intention of leaving without a taste. I plan to stay until she’s flustered, wet, and bent out of shape.
Then maybe I’ll give her a reprieve, after I’ve had my fill of the chase.
-Sepher, Duke of Hell
