Chapter 355
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Azmodeus feared neither pain nor death, and if that were the limit to which his repercussions would extend, then he would rather give it a shot and hope for loot.
There was also a certain pretty princess that he had to say… 'repay' for her extreme amount of kindness in their earlier encounters.
An evil smirk almost crept up Azmodeus's handsome face, but before it could, it was replaced by a deeply rooted coldness. While looking out the window as if the seasonal breeze would alter his future, he sat there and brooded. He thought about a great many things, one of which just so happened to be his purpose for revenge.
Wasn't revenge a thing for the petty and the weak?
Why would someone like him, who would surpass the target for his revenge, feel the urge to have something like a yearning for revenge? Wasn't that beneath him?
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