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indent Each moment that passed, Azathoth was in her ear. He told her what to do and how to do it, like a guardian angel. So she moved quietly, approaching him with that soft smile and halo. Like her son, her hair gave off that false glow. Neither were holy, though she believed she was. If he had not been taken, he might have been great. She would change that. Both eyes turned up to the sky, and when she saw he had done the same, she began speaking. “It’s amazing, really, to think what’s up there.” Her right hand moving, finding the brick on the wall behind them. “Heaven’s up there,” she continued, her grip tightening. “Though the road to salvation is long.” THWACK!



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