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[h1][color=c4df9b][b][i]The Edge of The World Is Upon You[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

            Zzubus was a busy man tonight at the Edge Tavern. A large universe fusion, an old god awakening, and even a psychic implosion had reportedly taken the lives of millions over the last hour or so, so the red-skinned demon cleaned the bar tables quickly in anticipation for the flood of patrons. His grizzled tone resounded throughout the tavern as imps and underlings hopped off their lazy bums to help their master. The special had to be changed on the menus, glasses had to be cleaned, ale barrels had to be refilled, the list went on. Leaning on the bar-top and cleaning an ornamental drinking horn with a white rag, Zzubus really only took his eyes off of work when he heard a certain emerald dragon's footsteps.
            Czurem came through the door as she always did: inquisitive of what was new and going on in the afterlife's tavern. [color=9e0b0f][i]"We have a big crowd tonight, Czurem. You can stay, of course, just don't be mad if you're pushed and shoved"[/i][/color], the archdemon greeted and warned the teen dragon. Zzubus pulled her up a chair and poured her some wine into the drinking horn, on the house of course. Though the girl's father would never agree, the tavern demon saw no problem with giving minors alcohol. After chatting with Czurem for a little-bit more, the demon felt it was time to get back to work as always. He checked under the counter to see if the imps had brought in the stash of tonight's [i]'Zzubus's Famous'[/i] special like he had asked.
            three icecream wrappers and an imp ([@Cherrywitch]) tumbled out of the cooler, the green haired bastard almost smashing his nose against demon's gigantic, carapace-like leg. Indeed, the product had been delivered, but so did this nuisance. Picking the thief-boy off the ground 6 feet to meet him face-to-face, the only intimidating words Zzubus uttered were [color=9e0b0f][i]"That'll be 90, please"[/i][/color]. The carriages were now arriving, and already his inventory was being stolen. The archdemon really didn't have time for this.