Deathrose Pot-pourri, chosen of the Lover clad in the raiment of tears
"I have been tasked by my Lady to bring back order to her properties, which you have casually ransacked, destroyed, soiled or just plain disrupted. I will not tolerate such nonsense, that is for clowns, and despite my red nose, you will find I am not one of them!
In the beginning was oblivion, in the start was the mouth, then the maze, then all things death. I am your reminder.
The underworld is just the Neverborn giving reality indigestion without trying. Trust me, you don't want to know what they could do, if they tried..."
"I spit upon your corpse!" The dusk caste gripped its weapon.
"I see." There was a silence that extended for eternities.
"Are you... What's that?"
"Since you won't be reasonable, I've summoned Shifri, Dragon of Kesundang, he will not tolerate your nonsense..."
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