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"You'll look for a savior
When your world falls apart,
But no one will come.
I'll make sure of that." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE KEY of the dead?! Archibald gasped as his eyes twitched.
"What?! You are giving us something precious?!" Luella looked at him. This horrid looking key that looked like something out of a horror spirit was precious?
She dreaded looking at it, not to mention holding it in her hands. It was a key with a skull that formed the bow. It had swirling patterns extending downwards to the tip of it. The color was silver. She guessed that was a way to make it look less ominous.
"The key of the dead is different from the puppeteer key?" Luella chimed in with her question.
"Well, yes. It is more or less like I am giving you my powers."
"What?"
"I control the dead and everything unliving in the underworld." He explained. "With that key, who ever has it will act as a proxy for me and summon the dead."
