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[center][h2][i][color=fdc68a]Speak of the Devil - V[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[i][b]"If I recall correctly, you approached me."[/b][/i]

	Anath Homura answered gracefully, tipping her shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, imitating ignorance. Perhaps she pretended she was weak, perhaps she was sincere. She also hummed to herself, an ancient song of solace, then after an ephemeral moment; she pointed towards the doorway and smiled again.

	[i][b]"Guide me akin to the way you guide yourself."[/b][/i] She suggested to Samael, and then tilted her head to her hand still outstretched. Her eye rippled like a sea of serenity stirring forth from slumber, and the sounds within her sight were waves of wondrous music, like an otherworldly orchestra, a sacred symphony.

	[i][b]"You could begin with holding my hand too."[/b][/i] The goddess teased softly, letting him come to his own choice as the stigma seared her skin, shifting-swirling signs of shadow and sorcery.

		Strange - she stared at him, and yet was attempting to hide her self. A game. She had said she wanted to play.