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illyana learned something quickly: this place was nearly as dangerous as limbo. at least in limbo one knew to always expect danger, to always be prepared for a knife in the back - what else would one expect when surrounded by demons? she had made a mistake, let her guard down. a stupid mistake.
note to self: be more careful around guards, she thought to herself as she slammed a hoof into one of the guard’s stomach. there had only been a handful and she’d been raised on war and violence, it hadn’t been much of a fight. the comments about being demonic and unholy and monstrous hurt more than the scratches and bruises she had received.
the sound of someone nearing her caused her to tense, claws curling around her wooden sword. it was useless, her magic even limited was better, but the sword gave her comfort. she spun around, wooden sword pointed in the direction of the sound. “try to lay a hand on me and i will rip your tongue out.”














