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Living in the shadow
Of a binding bargain
Between man & devil
Was a life
Princess Agatha
Wanted to escape from.
Her father Selwyn
Bought himself a crown & a throne. The price:
One soul sold to Azrog,
A handsome, angelic messenger in white—
The Hellsent One. The way there:
Old King Cyril
Expired from a heart attack—
With no history of heart problems.
An introductory gift from Azrog.
Agatha
Missed her father dearly, tearful days
After his expiration time came, his
Heart attack, his rule from the throne
Ever
Shortened.
Soul claimed.
For all this, Agatha
Took up arms and left her troubled kingdom.
The candle lantern in her hand lit her way.
After a long day's journey, though foot-sore,
She found it—Azrog's stronghold.
Jutted out of the mountain like a stone thorn.
No need to return home. Until that angelic-looking,
High & mighty killer falls
Under blows & gashes from her half-arm gauntlet,
Under slashes from her broadsword,
Both forged from silver.
Demons hate silver. The sting of purity weakens them—