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How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet. A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it. The favourite of Bhaal turned meat puppet, strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands.
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What do you want?
Why… the pleasure of your company, of course.
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Castlevania: Nocturne
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