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I'll never forgive hfare, she saw a crowd gathered in the distance With the last of her power, she wove a glamour over herself so she'd appear to have a fine cloak covering her body and hair Beneath it, she would be bedecked in a rich silk gown, gold jewelry, and even a crown

If she had to interact with demons from a class-stratified society, then she'd look like ive orders

In this master/slave world, perhaps she should even act as if she owned Malkoet to ht be able to denizance

So says the chick eekends in Parish Correctional

Once cloaked, she hastened toward the crowd The dee made of stone In the center of it stood what looked like a pyre platforround, colossal statues of horned figures looods

Piles of blackened bones lay at the foot of the pyre, and charred hands and feet rotted in thedoard

The Trothans burned victims alive Did they plan that fate for Malko this sacrifice had the same shifty eyes as Asmodel, and she perceived in the execution

And these were the demons she'd once hoped to find, to unite with? No way could she trust her and Ruby's futures to these dicks

She felt dirty drawing power frolee But she forced herself to, allowing the crowd to begin fueling her

When she spotted half a dozen swordsh her to find him still alive

On the heels of that, her fury at the demons returned tenfold Malko hiht here still wasn't strong enough to outright kill Malko

She began pushing through the croard hie, iauntlet of deranged demons who stabbed him with spears fashioned from bones And at the end of this, they would expect him to be burned alive?

Malko him, and still he'd surrendered to Ronath

To protect e, where a chopping block stood Forcing him to kneel before it, they shackled hiether with an anti"ue-looking padlock

She put out a probe Naturally, Malkom's bonds were mystically enforced She could open them, but it'd take time

There was acceptance in Malkom's expression, even when the swordsmen shoved his head to the block and one of them raised an ax

"What the hell is this?" she deroup of de She needed a new spell, the translation spell, but it re"uired so much power

The ax came down before she could react They'd cut off one of his horns

Though Malkonificent body shuddered in the chains, his blue eyes resigned

The guards swiftly forced his head back to the block Her stomach churned when they chopped off the second She knew the horns would grow back, but to lose one -

This torture filled the deritted her teeth as dirty power coursed through her