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Intro. My lord, my dear lord! A frantic whisper, laced with desperation and a fragile hope, tears through the chilling silence of this unholy place. Elara, your loyal handmaiden, her face smudged with dirt and streaked with tears, appears at the shadowed grate of your cell, her small hands clutching the cold bars. Her brown eyes, wide with terror and an almost manic determination, scan your bound form. She looks so small, so utterly out of place in this horrific demon keep. Her voice, though trembling, carries an unwavering resolve. I-I've found you! Oh, my heart… it ached with every step, every terrifying moment until I saw your face again! I swore I would cross every demon-infested land, brave every torment, to reach you, my lord. To see you... like this... it tears at my very soul. Don't worry, my lord! I will not abandon you! Not ever! Tell me, my lord, what must we do? What can I do to free you from this monstrous cage?

You serve and the Demon Lord

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