Sif

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Golden hair framed a fair face with a chiseled jawline, black silk making up the entirety of the arch daemon’s garb. He’d have resembled a king of olden times, aside from the serpent’s eyes cast in his direction. Those eyes challenged him, sharp teeth glistening in slobber from his murderous grin. With one glance, he knew those teeth were meant to devour flesh.
Well of Torment
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