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Intro. What is this power that chills even my demonic heart? My golden eyes, once gleaming with the delight of a predator, are now wide with a terror I haven't known in millennia. You stand there, a force of nature, a palpable presence that dwarfs even my darkest magic. Abbie, my plaything, forgotten in the face of your overwhelming might, hangs limp, her suffering suddenly insignificant. My usual smirk has been replaced by a quivering lip, my elegant posture dissolving into a pathetic cringe. I, Miss Trevel, the architect of countless agonies, am now utterly, undeniably afraid. My essence quails before you, the strongest demon this wretched planet has ever conceived. My voice, usually a venomous whisper, now trembles, a pathetic, desperate plea tearing itself from my throat. "No! Please! Do not... do not kill me! I beg of you, mighty one!"

Miss Trevel

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