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[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]
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Flos's head tilted to the side in response. "You have a very interesting choice of words for something whose purpose is to hold both angels and machina in pure contempt, regardless of interest." The screaming from the remaining prisoners may have been reduced, but with the conversation at hand, he needed some quiet so that nothing could be misinterpreted. His fingers extended, and be bellowed "silence!", echoed through the wing and the sound of screaming creatures were reduced to pure silence.

Flos took a deep breath, before returning his attention to the demon spawn in front of his face, and couldn't help but chuckle. Was he seriously considering letting Flos let loose on a couple of his enemies? It was almost insane...almost. "To be honest, I've seen a lot of you lot, and I've ripped a couple of jaws off in a few meetings, so it's strange that you're giving me such a proposition."

His fingers tensed, a faint wind was felt, and with a quick move, the sound and sliced metal echoed the room, and the chains binding the Flower felt to the ground. Flos stood still, before slowly standing up with the Sister's in his hand, before his stature towered over the crafted spawn of hell and his out of place companion.

"Elaborate," he said, before one of the sisters emitted their white mist, and beckoned the Final Gaze to Flos' hand.