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[demonlordling]

[There's a rise of brazen violin notes rising from the papers' folds. For those musically inclined, it's Bach. It isn't bad, exactly. Technique-wise, it's very exacting, but there's no passion in it at all, hitting each note as if it were simply a bump in the road to avoid. The player sighs in frustration, and hurls the bow as far from his body as

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[demonlordling]

The journals and records go back several years. Even with brilliant minds and fierce witchcraft, no one has managed to wrench a way from this place. It seems the Castle is a cruel keeper.

[demonlordling]

Perhaps I shall reach that point. I do not enjoy being... [No, not helpless...]

Removed from control.

[demonlordling]

Hmm, that is a riddle, isn't it? I was the Queen's Loyal Watchdog. I made unsavory things disappear.

[demonlordling]

Her Royal Highness Queen Victoria, Queen of the United Kingdom, Great Britain and Empress of India.

[demonlordling]

...Humanity makes it that long?

Damn.

[demonlordling]

Perhaps there we agree.