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[daughter_dark]

Belial rose up through the fimiliar black portal, looking rather dishelved. She wore a black with red lace corset top and a torn skirt. She had one thigh high boot, the other looked to be ripped off at her ankle. Belial clutched her upper-right arm as blood seemed to drip down it. Her redish black hair covered her eyes, her black hat loosly sat

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[man_of_means]

There is a knock at her door.

[daughter_dark]

She looked up at her door, her eyes wide. She slowly got up and stumbled over to the door, unlocking it and opening it a little. "Hello." She said with a little smile. She still clutched her arm.

[man_of_means]

"Uh..who the fuck did that?"

[daughter_dark]

"What?" She said before looking at her tattered outfit and her arm, wincing at the pain. "M-My lord did." She said quietly, keeping her eyes fixated on the ground.