A place where even light and sound cannot reach...
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A place worse than Hell.
Detached from reality.
More than any pretty little illusion could ever be, because it was very much real.
Alive.
Or was it simply just that much more surreal?
Displaced from the darker society. Not even whispered of.
Cruel.
A very real place even the worst of sinners cannot truly bear.
A living Hell.
That is Vendice.
A prison to hold what even the underground cannot cage.
Ruled by faceless figures and voices, with laws so ancient... A living Hell, indeed.
The Path of Humans is by far the most cruelest after all.
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.Il corrotto e la luce perduta.
.The corrupted and the lost light.
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In truth, Daemon Spade has seen Hell.
On many occasions actually.
Making a deal or two with the Diavolo is easier to keep than one with Vendice could ever be.
Yet the seemingly eternal sparkling darkness and deafening silence was hardly a match for his own ebony screaming soul.
The radiance it once held...
The black that filled it's place...
The light stolen away...
Elena's light.
It could never be compared to such a place.
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A place where even light and sound cannot reach...
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