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"I'm not coming for you in rage,
But in calm precision.
Every step I take
Is one closer to your end." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARCHIBALD BREATHED in, worried, hopeful even. It was hard to think about. Would this god actually help him?
Though they were close? Or Sephtis tolerated him for some unknown reason. But he was going to use it. Archibald knew he couldn't use force to get his way, that would be very idiotic of him to do, but it would be a good after thought. Perhaps.
Just… perhaps.
"Alright." Sephtis answered simply.
"What?" This answer stunned the grand duke. It was what he wanted, of course, but then again… it wasn't how he had expected it.
He had thought he would have to bring out all his cards and full on explain it to him why he needed his help.
"I said alright. I will help you… or her. Whoever needs the help."
"What's the catch?"
"Angelus…. That bastard… That bastard broke into my land and stole from me."
