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“Hahaha! Wow! So we get paid to fuck bitches, and we don’t even need to take care of the kids? And I guess by ‘continued sponsorship,’ we get to add to our collection! And my pregnancy fetish is going to make this even better!”>Aevum’s disgust grows.
=”Say, Claw? What’s your great-grandfather’s name?”
“Eh? He went by Gristly Bones, why?”
=”I just need to figure out who to castrate.”>Silence.>There’s some giggling before Claw erupts into laughter.
“I thought you didn’t have a funny bone in your entire body, but you sure proved me wrong! A bit insensitive with Glasgow right here, but points for balls…Oop, sorry Glasgow! Gwahahaahaa!”
“Sir, if I may ask, why do you need children? For the slave trade?” Glasgow asks.
=”Incorrect. I simply need a power source, and it seems that one of my investments failed. But despite that—”>There’s a rustling and the clank of a coinpurse.
=”It’s bigger on the inside. I suggest you open it in an enclosed room. Now please leave so that I may inspect this gryphon.”>The two gryphons leave, and all that is left in the room is Grim and Aevum.>He approaches the ankh and leans his head against it.
=”If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry. To both of you.”>To both of—>Holy shit.>He knows you’re listening in.
=”Yes, I know. No, I can’t exactly read minds, but I can read your vitals, and I am capable of determining when someone is using soulsight on me.”
“If you feel sorry, then why did you orchestrate this…disgusting plot? Why did you…let them…USE ME!?”>Aevum responds by thumping his head against the wall.>There’s some cracking sounds and the ankh seems to loosen up.
=”Because if I want to fix all the wrongs in the world, including mine, I’m going to need a lot of aura. A lot of the most powerful magic in creation. Life energy. And when I fix it, it will have never happened.”>He walks back to Grim.