Editing Heretical Love (section)

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“Master Abbadon, we’ve arrived…”

Abbadon nods, than has to blow the hair out of his eyes, which are seething in fury.
“Show it to me.”

One of his followers runs his gauntleted hand across the object, wiping away countless millennia of dust.
“…Are you certain this will work master?” Another follower, a sorcerer, asks tentatively.

Abbadon smiles, a mirthless, cold endeavor.
“Certain? Nothing is certain. However if the fools of the chaos gods think they can simply whisk me aside into obscurity, than perhaps it is time I find new gods.”

Abbadon’s heartless laugh echoes throughout the chamber as he peers down at the symbol.
The white and black two-tone skull sneers its toothy grin up at him…

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You awaken from your deep hibernation, your roar petering off into a yaaawwwnnnnn. Fucking bear leaves, you sleep like a ROCK on bear leaves.
Scratching at your flaming head, you awaken a few daemonettes in the process, who smirk up at you and poke you in the belly.

"Right, probably time for breakfast then, is it?"
You wake the other thirty or so daemonettes up, as you stand up and stretch out.

"Yeah, definitely time for breakfast."
You sluggishly wander over to a cupboard and pull out a big box labeled "instant cocaine!"

Pouring yourself a generous portion, you grab the cup and sit down.
You inhale the contents quickly, and it perks you up.

"AHHH, NOTHING LIKE THE FIRST CUP OF COCAINE IN THE MORNING!"
Just as you reach for a second helping, a daemonette slaps your hand away.
"OI, WHAT GIVES!?"

She wags her finger at you.
"Don't give me that, you know the doctor said you need to start monitoring your cocaine intake."

She sets down a plate with a crepe on it.
"...REALLY?"

"Naww, I was just fucking with you."
You and the daemonettes consume no less than fifteen boxes in an hour or so.