He wasn't going to chase the few thieving animals for some meat. He could quite easily hunt another if he wished so after all. And since the prey he wanted to try his new spell on was quite dead, he thought he'd find another. The only problem was that he didn't know if he could go back to his base. He was undoubtedly lost in this damnable endless jungle. His current base was the closest one to Virgil's, Hell was sure. As soon as he bumped into a patrol of sorts, he'd be set. Or so he thought…
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"Where is Lord Hell?" Marco asked Porter, accompanied by Nero.
It was their turn yesterday and were rejected with Lord Hell not being present. They had already swallowed their pride to an extent and would swear allegiance, but their to-be Lord was not even here? This was preposterous.
