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The bloody rampage begins
Asmodeus seizes a priest. The very life being squeezed from him. The archdevil pulls his appendages like ripping legs off a bug. He slices into another his claws shredding like a knife through warm butter. Blood splatters the walls and floor. Screams echo through the temple halls. The evil of all mankind has been released. He crushes the head of a priest. Popping it like a zit, brain matter and blood covering his hands. Yet he laughs and grins. His joy comes from their pain. Their fear floods the room and smells of sour meat, after all have been destroyed. he inhales deeply, and their souls flood to him like flies to fresh shit.
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