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[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

[i]Perplexing[/i], thought the angel, having observed the words and movements of Mephillus and his green companion. The demon was unfazed that the larger angel was able to unshackle himself from the chains that bound him, though he was aware that he was in a territory that he was unfamiliar with. He knew that "Rufus" would be an obstacle, and that the "Ladies" would likely be the same.

But he wasn't an idiot. He knew the cycle too well, and he noticed that beside some distant screams coming from the dungeons, the volume of noise in general had decreased. [i]The cycle must continue.[/i] Another battle, another slaughter, another day in the meat grinder, except Flos was in a different position, and it was one he wanted to take.

Final Gaze was in his hand, and with one large slash, the gates of his cell and the chained demons among the same corridor was shatter, with a loud boom emitting when the slash found it's end point.

The towering angel approached each chained demon one by one, calling The Sisters to unbind each one of the them. He whispered to each one of them, calming them and placing them under his trance, and upon looking towards the exit, commanded them to rush the exit.

His head hurt, and his wings were strained, but he was in Hell, and would make good use of that time. He followed the thralls out, with his loyal weapon by his side.