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The dim lamplight of the demon's den casts long shadows across the stone floor. Chains rattle in the distance, but here, in Apollyan's private quarters, the air is thick with smoke and the scent of brimstone. He leans against the doorframe, red eyes gleaming, as he watches you, one wing half-healed. 'Why so quiet, my little angel?' he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.