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Pffffffft, child's play. I was speaking only ov my OUTER chamber ov gloom, ov course. Down in my lair so torturous, grande murals of frostbitten necrofjords doth adorn the walls, and my light source...there is no fucking light. The evil essence ov the doom walls emit only the slightest tinge through the dimensions of aether, making viewing their blasphemy impossible to mortals. Only I, Dark Lord Demorgaard, doth vieweth their pure tyrannical tempest.
 
The tint of lunar twilight emanating from the astral bastion that dost fetter of my mortale victims is but the only visual source that splashes cascades of crimson light throughout my infernal atrium of blasphemous deeds misanthropic. Shall I paint a more grim picture of how unholy and blasphemous my chamber is? Many a fortnight prior to this inverted pentecost, the demonic goatlord himself payed visit from his unfathomable black sea abyss to singeth of psalms and incantations and drinketh of the challice, the shimmering grail of hellspawn deeds. Upon passing the threshold, he admitted to feelings of unease. Yes, Satan himself finds my quarters haunting.

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