A stupid, gritty, dirty field with dirt that his heels sank into and slid over the feet of his stockings as he stomped along, trying to figure out where- how- anything.
There's a figure in the distance, though. How lovely.
"Y-you! Come help me, I command it-" Comes the false tone- higher pitched than normal, as Bel puts his hands on his hips, his dark purple dress going just to his knees.
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There's a figure in the distance, though. How lovely.
"Y-you! Come help me, I command it-" Comes the false tone- higher pitched than normal, as Bel puts his hands on his hips, his dark purple dress going just to his knees.
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"What are you doing here?" He approaches anyways.
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"Killing you."
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