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20. Sentence to the devil
The jet haired boy's steps were heavy, his wrists wore heavy handcuffs, chains that bore demonic signs. These shackles prevented all creatures - to whom they were placed - from using their power. This way they prevented possible conflicts and escapes of those who had to face the judgement of the kings of the world. The demon, feeling a blow on his back, growled and almost bit one of the monks, but for the fact that he was stopped with several spears aimed at the throat from the monk that hit him. “I knew you liked to stick it in people, but I didn't think it was at this level,” he said, smirking and soon shoved them away. “And I'm sorry, I don't like being speared. Now, will you take me where you have to take me,” he asked calmly as his tail wagged playfully and the monks shook their he
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