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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 844506" data-attributes="member: 143">Friday cliffhanger, short and sweet.  And our heroes' ultimate adversary is finally unmasked, as if all of you didn't already know... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />* * * * * Book VIII, Part 21The succubus G’hael walked silently down an empty corridor within the vast confines of the Argent Place.  The walls, floor, and ceiling around her were apparently of white marble, clean and pristine, but on closer examination there were textures... within the rock that seemed almost to move when viewed from the corner of one’s eye.  The hall was nearly dark, but occasionally shafts of varicolored light penetrated through narrow and deep slits high along the walls, creating a strange network of shadows that gave the hall an eerie mood.  Even if one wasn’t already familiar with the master of this place.  G’hael paid little heed to her surroundings, even when two of the shadows shifted and took on solid form before her.  Bodaks, she recognized, as the dark forms loomed over her, then, seeing that she did not have what they wanted, shambled almost absently away.  Other things squirmed deeper in the shadows, but they did not approach as the demoness continued swiftly on her errand.  The Great Hall was empty, cavernous and silent.  G’hael looked around, somewhat surprised; typically this place was a bedlam of gathered demons, notables from across the Planes, petitioners, and others drawn to the Power that held court from atop the massive white throne that dominated the chamber a good bowshot across from where she entered. The throne was empty, at first, but as G’hael quickly crossed the chamber—not quite running, though casual flaps of her wings helped drive her legs faster—something coalesced in the air around the seat, a black envelope that split to reveal... Him, seated languidly but with an intent expression upon his perfectly formed features.  The succubus drew up suddenly, spreading her wings to catch the air as she halted and fell quickly to her knees, her fingertips pressing the floor before her as she lowered her head in supplication. “Rise,” the ebon figure atop the throne spoke.  Even that single word was enough to send tremors through the demon, but she quickly obeyed nonetheless.  “Great Prince, they have arrived,” she said, not meeting the stare of his black eyes.  The Demon Prince Graz’zt leaned back in his chair, his fingers splayed across the carved ends of the rests, and his lips twisted into a faint smile.  “Yes, I know.”</blockquote>

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