The end is even closer than before. I suspect maybe two more chapters and then the story is over.

Another thing is that this and the following chapter will contain little to no action and lots of dialogue. Simply because I have a lot to explain and put into detail. Mechanisms, stories, histories and meetings. But don't worry, I'll make sure it's still digestible.

You may have noticed that the chapter is in Hebrew. Spoiler alert: it stands for "The demonic reunion".


(R)Act 7: איחוד דמוני

The feeling of something cold on her private parts and her naked breasts makes the blue vixen wake up. Slowly her empty yet still colorful turquoise eyes open to witness on the deceiving beauty Poisithen while she's fitting one of her outfits on her while Krystal is sitting on a rock with the red haze inside the circular room still forming the background. It seems to fit perfectly and when it's all in place it does feel rather comfortable and less like wearing metal plates coincidentally shaped like a bra and a loincloth. The insides of the bra feels silky and sits very relaxed around both breasts. And the loincloth actually has a slip behind the cloth which feels more like a second skin rather than something made from fabric.

Krystal herself isn't feeling that bad either. She feels refreshed, albeit with slightly moist and sticky undertone. Like recently chewed on gum got stuck on her and is only now removed, making it feel all yucky. The wet spots sit around her neck,between her cleavage and between her legs, close to her inner thighs. As for the rest, Poisithen kept her promise. She did clean her up and yes, she does feel a lot better in a new outfit. Though gold isn't really her taste. She's more of a bronze or copper kind of girl but this isn't half-bad.

Once Poisithen is done, she takes a step back to admire the blue vixen and see if the outfit really suits her. And she isn't in the slightest disappointed. With her hands on her knees, she bends over, and faces Krystal with that sweet smile of hers.

"You look extremely sexy Krystal. You know that? I wouldn't mind taking a bite of your good-looking body. And certainly after having cleaned..." She bites her lower lip excited, utters a soft moan before she turns around. "Let's just say that you taste very pleasant when you are afraid and desperate. However you shouldn't worry about how I know all that because it's all over for you. And by that I mean that you can get what you came here for."

"W-what I came here for?"

Poisithen grumbles and sighs, feeling a little under appreciated by the blue vixen. Not counting she just woke up from a sleep only after being viciously raped by a demon. "Your one true love? Don't tell me I saved you from Dagon for nothing please."

"No that's not it... I was just a little disillusioned by your kindness. I thought you were gonna... You know. Take over Dagon's role and torment me your own way."

Understanding where Krystal is coming from, Poisithen looks behind her and gestures Krystal to come with her. "Walk with me. I'll tell you all about what is going to happen from here on out."

As the she-wolf walks ahead with spread out wings like the feathers on a proud peacock. Krystal follows her a little bit wonky. The shoes she has been given have the thinnest fitting and the most uncomfortable high-heels ever conceived by anyone. How Poisithen can walk on those without any issues and still being able to rock her hips from side to side and not falling over is beyond her. Nevertheless after some missteps, Krystal is able to keep up adequately.

"Before I start my monologue..." Begins Poisithen rather curious. "... Are there any questions you like me to answer first?"

Krystal certainly has a few of those and she's rather glad that she can ask them now. And given the way she gotten to know Poisithen, the blond haired seductress doesn't stick to one subject for very long. And she exactly can identify with that. She fires her questions in quick succession at Poisithen and she replies to them accordingly. Both remain objectively throughout the exchange to allow for as much words to be said without emotions getting in the way too much.

"Why did you help me?"

"Simple. You looked like you needed help."

"Why me?"

"Cause you are the oddity in this realm. And I know the big plan. Your soul and everything."

"How do you know about that then?"

"I was in the same room as the big man himself when I came up with it."

"Okay. Clear. Now... What are you and what's your part in the big plan?"

"I am a fury, an Erinyes. Some say that I am a succubus but I prefer to be seen as a fury. A succubus is too much of a whore. As for my part in the big plan, I'm the receiving one."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I am the one who is supposed to receive your soul. As a fury, my duties is to guard some sort of gate and hear upon the moans of the damned. Which is really damn boring you know. So I need to escape from that as much as I can. Something which is only possible one hour each of your Cornerian days. And once I had your soul, I would be free to roam on my own."

"And what about Dagon? What is his part in all this?"

Poisithen fusses when she hears that name. "Don't you worry about him any longer. He was nothing than a miscalculation in the plan. An unstable factor so to say as evidenced by him raping you."

"And where is he now?"

"He's close but he can no longer hurt you or get in my way. He's immobilized for the moment until I know what to do with him. Now, was that your barrage of questions? Did I paint the picture well enough?"

Krystal nods in agreement, having a much clearer picture now. Délarbé wanted Krystal's soul to free Poisithen from her boring existence as a fury and when he wasn't capable of that, he send Dagon to do it for him. However, Dagon became an unstable factor as Poisithen said and deviated from the plan to pursue his own plan.

"Yes you did. Thank you." answers Krystal honest and thankful for some reason and logic in this twisted realm she's in. "You can gimme your monologue now."

Suddenly Poisithen laughs. "Did I really say monologue? Oh forgive me dear Krystal for I got confuzzled. It isn't too complicated. It's not like we are here to explain every aspect of every detail here are we? Oh please Satan no! I heard about a movie like that and only imagining it makes me shiver."

Poisithen leads Krystal to the other end of the circular room, which was on her left when she came in here at first. Hiding behind the haze was something bearing resemblance to a door knob. However the textures written on it suggest something completely different. As they come closer to it, Poisithen stops to let Krystal get up to her. Once she stands next to her, able to see that the textures on the knob are scribbled all over the walls as well, Poisithen turns to her and tells her exactly what is going to happen in just two simple sentences. She does so a bit dramatic, holding both Krystal's hands like she did before but now to tell her some good news.

"This is what we are going to do Krystal, We are gonna pay our big friend Dagon a visit to spit on his carcass and after that I'll bring you to your true love; Fox."

The mentioning of his name lights a spark in Krystal's heart. Is she really going to be reunited with that red-furred vulpine of hers? Her hero of Lylat? What is she going to say to him? What is she going to do first? And how will his response be? Thoughts of the various outcomes dart unguided through a mind which for the first time in what seemed like centuries is being very positive. Enlightened her eyes become and a frown turns into a hopeful smile akin to Poisithen's. A vixen back in her former glory, standing as proud as the Cerinian princess she always has been. And this transformation doesn't go unnoticed by Poisithen.

"Looks like I struck the right accord with telling you about Fox not?" A giggle follows with a slightly flushed face to boot. "If you were to mention the name of my Prince... Ooooh dear! I think I would melt!"

Poisithen fans herself with her own hand to cool herself down and to contain her excitement. Seeing how heated the winged she-wolf gets over just thinking about her loved one, makes Krystal think of the impossible man. Some hunk with a huge pack of muscles, blocky face, a cleft chin and a majestic pack of black hair is something that instantly comes to mind given Krystal's limited knowledge on what blond bimbo's seem to like.

TV is good for something I guess. "You have a Prince Charming as well?" asks Krystal curious, unsatisfied with the fairly stereotypical image in her head.

"Oh yes Krystal I do! I cannot lie about him. He's such a mighty man. He may not look like much at the moment but don't you dare underestimate him."

This gets Krystal even more curious, like she's talking to a friend. It reminds her mostly of that yellow-furred girl Estelle, the treacherous bitch that went ahead and just nicked Panther away right in front of her. But since Poisithen is certainly not Estelle, Krystal is far more comfortable with it.

"Can you describe him then for me?" Krystal continues.

"No. That would ruin the surprise wouldn't it?" She says with a wide grin as she places the palm of her hand over the knob and presses it.

A rumble follows which shaking the whole room for maybe a split-second and after that nothing seems to happen. At least that is what Krystal thinks before she can hear sputtering and cursing above her. When she looks at the direction from where it comes, she is startled to see that it's Dagon trying to escape from being crucified on an inverted cross. He's held in place by multiple golden rings around his neck, wrists and ankles so at least there is nothing of bloodshed which is frankly good news for Krystal. She has the nauseous feeling that if she were to ever see another drop of blood again, she would feel like puking. Krystal's expectations are even further diminished when it seems that Dagon doesn't even notice her, instead having his entire focus on Poisithen.

"Poisithen how can you do this!?" He barks at her accusatory. "I know we aren't always on the same train of thought… but I never thought you would betray me. Let alone your glorious to-be king."

A twitch appears in Poisithen's left eye as suddenly her demonic nature emerges from the shell of the blond haired she-wolf she was to Krystal at first. With an almost fire breathing anger, she screams "Leave my husband out of this!" As it seems that pure steam is spouting out of her nostrils followed by some embers. She's truly seething and her stance gives away that she might wanna ascend with one flap of her wings and give Dagon some of her fury. But she can hold her own and takes a step back. The twitch is still not gone however.

Dagon certainly sees the violent outburst being withheld and is actually praising Poisithen for her reticence. But he has his own pride and is not willing to swallow that just because the she-wolf is enraged with him. "He is not your husband yet. And if it's up to me he will never be." States Dagon venomous.

"That is not for you to decide. You are supposed to be on your knees and loyal to him. Instead, you are doing your own thing and shagging every girl you come across to satisfy your own needs. You were supposed to rip her soul out and that would be the end of it!" Shouts Poisithen at him while pointing at an uncomfortable feeling Krystal. Whereupon the demoness looks behind her and ads "No offense to you Krystal but you know that it was the plan."

"Yeah I know. But it's still harsh to hear."

"It's okay Krystal. This is the last time I'll fall out like that using your name." Assures Poisithen friendly before she turns to Dagon again. Almost instantly she transforms back into that more furious pose. "Because this little lamb is going to the slaughter for disobedience." She declares with a hissing voice.

Dagon can only roll his eyes around. "As I said before you deaf moron, I was going to get it. But I came to terms with Délarbé and he was fine with me doing my thing."

"Is coming to terms with me…" A hoarse male voice with a dark, raspy undertone comes from behind both ladies followed by a long and heavy inhale equal to someone with a collapsed lung and a very bad smoking habit. After that, a faint tap of something iron is heard followed by the tap of something wooden. A cane of some sort is expected. Someone has entered the room and is not feeling all too well judging by the high-pitched whistle passing for an exhale. The person then continues to speak to Dagon only.

"… Is it standing on top of my head…?" Another asthmatic inhale is heard before the person is coming closer. He speaks in short sentences followed by a mighty huff after every constituent. "…pushing my own teeth into my… gums and humiliate me by… treating me like material for a t-trophy shot!"

With the exclamation on the end of his sentence, a groan is heard before the man collapses to his knees. The haze pulls away from where the man is with one flick of Poisithen's wings and reveals it to be no one other than Délarbé himself, clenching on to a walking stick indeed constructed out of wood. But judging by the adornment, he has had this cane for a longer time.

However, the demon of old isn't so impressive looking anymore. The darker gray tone that was his fur has been drained, replaced by a deadly pale with only some accents of the former glory. His skin is thin and crusty like papyrus paper, suggesting severe dehydration and exhaustion. The symbols he so proudly wore have been reduced to smutches composed of ash and coal. His veins are visible; every single one of them boil and bubble which creates a freaky sight. The flame on his index finger is nothing but a burnt-out campfire, only slightly sizzling once a small breeze blows by. The red snake with the horizontal opening mouth has its teeth no longer set in Délarbé's neck, instead just hanging loosely and being close to death. A carcass walking, disgusting, rotting and somehow still standing up.

Though Krystal seems appalled by his presence for multiple reasons, she can see Poisithen gasp with horror and worry. Like a speeding bullet she sprints towards Délarbé and helps him back on his feet. The she-wolf shows her strength and care once more as she pulls him up with ease while at the same time dusting him off and taking a look for possible wounds.

"What are you doing here silly?" questions Poisithen with a lot of cream-coating around it. "You were supposed to save your powers and stay seated until I had sorted this all out. Remember?"

Délarbé just fusses like stubborn teenager and grudgingly admits that Poisithen is right. "I know that. But I couldn't just leave you. You know I'm addicted to you." he says with a smooth delivery as he leans in to kiss Poisithen only to lose his balance and fall into Poisithen's catching arms who saw this coming.

"Take it easy my dear King!" she exclaims startled before setting him upright again. "Gosh… you could have hurt yourself real bad with that action."

While Délarbé gets a good laugh out of that, simply because he knows that she wanted a kiss from him, Poisithen swings his right arm around the back of her neck and walks him towards Krystal and Dagon. Despite his laughter and dubiously positive attitude, it seems that he has pain in his legs or feet since he limps on, mostly supporting on the cane and the demoness.

Once they are there, Délarbé greets Krystal nicely and stands on his own feet again. It then reaches Krystal that Délarbé and Poisithen have a relationship. "Wait… your future husband and king is Délarbé!?"

Poisithen thinks it's odd that Krystal didn't come to that conclusion a lot earlier. "But of course. How could I possibly resist such incarnated evil and desperation?" She starts stroking Délarbé's forehead and muzzle which he seems to enjoy a lot as he murrs contently. "No. It was impossible to ignore his attraction. And he caught me before I had any notion he actually caught me."

"Oh stop it Poisithen. You are gonna make me blush! And you know that hurts in my condition."

"My apologies. Here, let me kiss the pain away."

Poisithen carefully holds Délarbé's head with both her hands and brings it closer to her. The lips of the both meet halfway as their eyes close. And he seems to be a pretty good kisser, judging by Poisithen's thick blush, muffled moaning, her tail swaying from side to side, her wings fluttering excitedly, the lovingly stroking of his back, her urge to come as close to him as she can and her lifting her lower leg in the air behind her. The kiss turns even more passionate when they start to go French on each other, eagerly exploring the insides of each other's mouths. They completely forget their sense of time as they go up in the mutual love expressed by their kissing.

There is another big positive to them smooching; Délarbé seems to be getting better because of it! When things got more heated up, the flame on his index instantly ignited and burned intensely like it never did before. Some of his trademark gray color returns to him and his skin seems less made out of an ancient form of paper but instead some real and smooth skin.

After half-a-minute of sexy tongue wrestling, both realize they can't stay going like this, even if they wanted to. Business in need of finishing calls. Grudgingly their lips separate from one other as a small trace of saliva is the only evidence of them ever having kissed at all. Their eyes sparkle, suggesting they could fall back into each other's love weren't it for the blue vixen and a traitor hanging on a cross.

"So my Prince of Darkness. How was your princess?" asks Poisithen curious as she holds her arms behind her back rather nervous and submissively. "Did I recharge you well enough?"

"Yes… I feel much better. Thank you." speaks a much deeper and healthier voice coming from the same mouth which couldn't even produce low tones even if it tried. It makes Poisithen blush even more and even coo a little bit.

"A-anytime my darkness." she says warmly to him along with a fiery wink, promising a happy end when nightfall comes. It gives Délarbé a big ol' smile on his face as he turns to Dagon to whom he has some harsh words to exchange with.

"Now… for the turd in the trifle…" He starts pacing around while talking to him to presumably keep the blood running. Despite the boost he got from Poisithen, he still seems sickly as he still speaks with pauses in between. And Poisithen wasn't the only one disturbed by his awful state of being; so was Dagon. He was the first person who looked straight into the eyes of the carcass. Being the closest thing to a friend as Délarbé could ever get, Dagon is quite worried about his condition. Even if he indeed did give him a stomp on the head, he never wished him this sort of agony. With astonished and slightly regretful eyes he looks at him as starts saying what he has to say.

"… We have… Dagon! The only person I… regarded to be as close to me as brother! But who in the end... did more harm than good for me when he... He defied my orders to in no way hurt her! Remember what that one note said?"

Délarbé leans in closer to hear what Dagon has to say. Murmuring, he does supply the right answer but it isn't very satisfying. He has to say it harder, so that all those present can hear it. He does however say something unexpected; that he's sorry for his condition. That he never wanted this to happen.

Fussing, he pulls away and shakes his head. "Sorry... but I'm afraid that not everyone can hear your whispering. Please say it louder! Louder!"

"Guide her and don't hurt her unless she's asking for it!" Dagon bellows without giving the apology he gave before.

"And she wasn't asking to be raped… was she?" inquires Délarbé to which Dagon holds his mouth shut. It makes the carcass, whose health seems to be degrading at an exponential rate, sigh and hang his head in sadness. "Dagon... I'm afraid I have no use for you anymore. You were a... and don't get me wrong here... You were... a great, no!" he exclaims suddenly with a raised finger. "The very fucking best caretaker and partner to my cause... I could have wished for!"

With spread arms and a malicious grin on his face he walks back to Dagon and looks him straight into the eye. "But before I leave you with the satisfaction of getting away unharmed, let me tell you this. This place. Which you called home?" A chuckle escapes him like a hiccup as he continues on very sinister. "It will become your nightmare. You will be the witness to your plan and intention fall... to pieces before your eyes. As Krystal will be reunited with Fox and together they will leave my Hell."

"You… you wouldn't dare. You would cut your own legs off! Krystal's soul is what you need to survive! You'll fall to pieces yourself by the time Krystal can be lovey-dovey with that red fox!" exclaims Dagon trying get some sense in Délarbé's head. Maybe he shouldn't have stomped so hard...

"Do not think of him as an idiot Dagon." says Poisithen gently leaning on Délarbé's shoulder. "You see where it has brought you."

"I think my plan's through very carefully." he adds rather carefree. "And with releasing Krystal… yes… I do cut myself pretty deep with that. But I believe this lil' belly of yours is filled with millions of souls that keep you up and running am I right? So I'll be using those. I'll sap you dry and live on while doing so. And of course... Pfft! How could I forget?"

He turns to his loved one Poisithen whose soft, velvet smooth hands he holds. "My dearest Erinyes. My torch, my fire and my inspiration. You will be free very soon. And then we can live together as I promised we would. And you would also get a competent husband. One who doesn't need to be nurtured like a baby."

His praise leaves Poisithen with an intense blush on her as well as a faster beating heart. Every fiber screams out to kiss him, you fool! But she holds back, not willing to look so desperate in front of two mostly strangers. Resisting it is tough as nails but she does manage to admit that she actually liked caring for her carcass.

"I don't mind helping my Darkness to get back on top. Not just because it has been my duty to listen to the moans of so many damned but because our love is unbreakable; you would care for me if I were in your condition. Sorry I couldn't give that a more passionate swing like you did..."

"It's okay my blond-haired wonder. You are right. I of course would."

While Délarbé and Poisithen are being intimate, Dagon is left with a confused and startled look on his face, not believing anything that has entered his ears. No matter how many times he lets the words run by him, he just can't a grip around it. Délarbé might indeed be angry that he was used as a floor mat but to chop down the whole foundation whereupon the plan stood is beyond insanity. It's just plain stupidity!

And then his plan to sap his power? He knows that is impossible! The power he has gathered over hundreds of years of wars and plagues is simply too much to extract anything from. Unless he himself wants to shed some souls, there is no way he will ever lose which he claimed.

But instead of questioning Délarbé, he just holds his tongue and looks away from the three. Seen as a sign of defeat and acceptance, the attention focuses again on Krystal. The blue vixen has been listening with much attention as for her the plan which spells out her escape is presented. She also couldn't help but appreciate the sight of the two demons in love praising one another, being humble about themselves and holding the other up high like a deity they do not deserve.

Memories of her and Fox having dates on Sauria fill up her mind. The scent of the green fields... The endless hills and mountains... The fascinating ruins... The flora and fauna... Solar in the background, half-way under the horizon coloring the skies yellow, orange and red. And next to her, sharing a picnic blanket with her, holding her hand as they watch day turn into the cloudless night sky filled with the most glittering and breathtaking stars... Fox McCloud. A tad juvenile in his appearance but underneath it rests a fearsome warrior and an experienced leader. And he has her to share the best date till the next one comes along.

These memories are however from long ago but they could become a reality once more. The love expressed by the demons has given Krystal hope for the future and subsequently reconciling with him. And as if Délarbé could read her mind, which he probably did the sneaky bastard, he turns his attention to her.

"Krystal!" he proclaims. "You must have many questions. Please do…" Suddenly his throat clogs up accompanied by a horrendous gagging noise and his condition worsens enormously. The fire on his finger dies and he nearly collapses, his cane being the savoir along with Poisithen's support. He swallows the clog down before exhaling and apologizing for this. "Excuse me... I think I need another portion of... Poisithen!"

"Right away my darkness."

Happily she prints her lips against his as the regenerative process starts again, filling Délarbé with the energy to go forward again. This one too seems to with a passionate theme though it seems to be more focused on lust than romance. Délarbé imprisons the demoness within his arms and overtakes her completely. And Poisithen lets him do it, leaning back and lifting up her knee so he can grab that. Once he's done, with regained energy, he finishes it up by spinning her around once like they were ending a dance with a flamboyant finisher.

"Ah yes! That is much better." he bellows proudly, leaving Poisithen a bit dizzy while at the same time making her want more. "What I was saying; I would love it if you would accompany me while we walk to Fox together. Meanwhile, I will answer your many questions along the way. How does that sound?"

It sounds pretty good in Krystal's ears. She could use an escort and someone to talk to. Though she doesn't have that much questions, most are already answered by Poisithen and what has been unfolding before her, she could talk about the relationship between Délarbé and his Erinyes, which interests her a lot.

However when she wants to agree, something of a niggle suggests she has forgotten something. Or rather someone. One look up and Krystal's niggle is gone.

"I-is Dagon coming with us?" she asks more nervously than she intended. Dagon may be crucified but she knows very well what he has done to her. And that is still haunting.

"Certainly." answers Poisithen. "You think we've been spitting on him this entire time? No no silly. That part lies just ahead."

"You mean the door with the heart-lock?"

Poisithen frowns for a bit, having no idea what Krystal is talking about. But when it dawns to her that she's referring to the "pandam omnia ostia corde pur" lock, her expression turns a bit sour.

"Délarbé my dear... Why is that damned purity lock still on that door? I told you to switch with one of those אלף נשמות הארורות (elef n'shamot haarurot) locks? So no one could snap theirs fingers and reach the חדר הייסורים (chadar yisuriym)"

"Baby, you know my Hebrew is terrible." he sighs, knowing where this is going and not having the energy to cope with it. He tries to smother it by trying to give his demoness a hug from behind but she pushes him aside.

"Well maybe you should brush up on it." she slates harshly with a frowned face.

"Are we really going to argue about that? In the state I am in?"

"Hmph... Fine! Just make sure it's done when Krystal is gone."

For just a second, it's quiet, only to have the silence disturbed by soft whimpering coming from the she-wolf. Her wings gently fold in and her hands are before her eyes, trying to cover up her sadness. A sudden switch in the tone, from her brash angriness to her vulnerable weak side. Knowing that she doesn't like to be seen as that sort of someone, Délarbé approaches her and gives her the hug he intended to give earlier.

"Hey sweetheart. What is the matter?" he whispers in her left ear with a soothing and calming voice.

"I-I… I'm sorry Délarbé… I can feel the call. I have to go back fifteen minutes from now…" Poisithen weeps as she draws her love closer to her.

"It's okay honey. I promise you that it will be the last time you go. And maybe you don't even have to go. Let's just rid ourselves of the excessive weight resting upon our shoulders first, okay?"

She nods in agreement, though still a bit shaken. She frees herself from his reassuring grasp and turns to him with a soft smile and ashamed blush, looking down at his feet only to look up on occasion. "Okay… thank you for putting up with my… my angst you know. I-I… I hate being a slave. Especially when doing such demeaning work… and then you came along and…"

"Shh shh shh!" he silences, putting his burning index finger on her lips. Nothing of her skin close to it melts or is scorched in anyway. Her lips remains perfectly fine as well. He then lifts up her chin and looks deep into her tearful eyes. "Poisithen. I made you a promise. And I don't break my promise. I haven't broken one I made, not even to Krystal. The hope I gave you is not false and will never be false so long as I have my eyes on you."

"Dé…"

Both stare longingly at each other, not saying a word. Minutes pass by, which only feel like a blink of an eye for the duo. As for them, this moment couldn't last long enough. They truly love and trust each other. They barely even move, only doing so when they feel like caressing the other. Wiping some of her blond hairs away in front of her face while also gently stroking her warm, flushed cheek. Her fingers and nails run across his back, playfully, with no intention to inflict bodily harm. She saves that for a moment more… private.

"Uhm… excuse me?" says Krystal after waiting for the two to stop holding one another on their own accord but she has become a little impatient and wants to move on. "I don't like ruining romantic moments but this is not the time or the place for that."

Délarbé is a little jumped by Krystal, being drowned inside of Poisithen's golden eyes for the moment. And resurfacing takes some time. "Oh yes… of course it isn't. My apologies Krystal. Shall we?" he propounds, directed more towards Poisithen instead of Krystal. He offers her the hand which is stripped from flesh, skin and fur.

"Yeah, we shall." she coos happily as she holds Délarbé's hand and waits for him to lead the way.


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-Phantom R.D.S. Foxx