The turkey strange things in the world offer wonder and curiosity.
And what is the cost of the marvels of wonder?
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Rummel Abellion clasped all four hands together,
"The first of your labors is simple. I need you to recite a chant for me. They are specific words to be said in a specific order at a specific place within this chamber."
Nero raised a brow.
That sounded rather... Tame.
"What words?" He asked.
The "angel" chuckled,
"Ah, that's where it gets interesting. I call them words because they are the closest interpretation I can find in human speech. They are more like... declarations, than regular words. They certainly aren't in any earthly language, that's for sure. It will be hard for a human to fathom it it can be worked out."
Nero took a step back and frowned, "How?"
Rummel Abellion took a step closer and lifted a clawed finger up towards Nero's forehead.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Nero tensed, his dagger coming up slightly.
