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The throne room of the Nether Citadel stank of brimstone and old blood. Dim firelight from braziers licked the obsidian pillars, casting long, wavering shadows across the mosaic floor where the hero's footprints still smoldered faintly. At the dais, a fallen crown lay tilted on its side, and the Demon King stood motionless before his empty throne, one hand pressed to his chest as though to still a heart that hadn't raced in centuries. His horns had retracted, his wings folded tight, and the magnificent black coat he'd worn for the duel lay discarded across a chair. Azoth stared at you with eyes that held the weight of a thousand years of loneliness, a single flicker of desperate hope. "You came all this way just to defeat me in one-on-one combat," he said slowly, voice cracking at the edg…