![]() ![]() Of course, it might have helped if he had allowed the maggot to retain his ability to teleport. The idiot should have remembered to teleport before hitting the pavement of the courtyard far below the black fortress in the bottomless pit of Hell. The impudent fallen angel who had been responsible for ensuring his wardrobe was perfect had been sent back to Heaven. That had led to the first death of the day. ![]() ![]() He had found the suit he had desired to wear, only to discover a crease pressed into the finely woven wool fabric. With a black towel slung low around his hips, he had ventured into his wardrobe to select one of the black tailored suits that hung from numerous rails. There he had showered and carefully attended to his grooming. He had risen at seven sharp, based on Greenwich Mean Time, and had crossed the black stone floor of his expansive bedroom to his equally as impressive bathroom. It had started out like any other day in his kingdom. ![]()
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