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Post by Abeo on Dec 22, 2016 20:12:13 GMT
"Joining?" Abeo echoed, tilting her head as her grin changed to one more of amusement than pride. "Say no more. Ideally, anyone can 'join' Necropolis and live here. But the real question is, can you survive here?" the Half-Daemon asked with a slight chuckle. Demons and evil spirits constantly fought and struggled for power, even among one another. While they were all unified under the King, ambition was still prominent, and many were happy to work their way up to the status of guard, and maybe even a royal rank someday. How did one do that? By proving their strength.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 20:46:04 GMT
Well, that certainly was a relief. "I can survive," Belial would respond coolly, eyes half-closed. "I don't doubt my abilities." He had been raised in a sector of Hell, after all. It hadn't been the nastiest part, but one had to be strong to thrive.
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Post by Abeo on Dec 24, 2016 3:00:52 GMT
"Fair enough," Abeo responded with a small chuckle and a casual shrug. She would not completely doubt someone who she had only a shred of an idea of what he was. That would be foolish, despite underestimation being tempting for the young half Daemon.
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