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"Isn't the answer obvious?"'
Sif gave them an impish, wicked smile. The gleeful glint in her eyes revealed just how delighted the devil possessing her body truly was.
"Though you disrupted our plans this time, I do find greater joy not in toying with entire races, but in watching certain exceptional individuals struggle with choices… and suffer as a result.
"You see, the value of a soul cannot be measured by any crude means. Sometimes, I think of myself as a rather fine musician. I weave webs from strings of fate. Every time my darling prey writhes in agony, the chords they pluck sing out the sweetest music.
"That hesitation… that despair. It's intoxicating. Especially the souls of those born with immense magical talent—how deliciously they cry. The symphonies of their suffering have etched themselves into my memory. Their taste is exquisite. Unforgettable, even."
Sif licked her lips with theatrical relish. Her words oozed with malevolence. They were soaked in a rot so profound it seemed to seep between each syllable, a stench of corruption intrinsic to the devil's very nature.
"Avia Dovan… and your...
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