Three Hundred and Twenty Nine. Torture (Four K)

dark.

There is only darkness, and there is nothing else here.

Mortarion knew exactly what he was suffering, something he had longed for many times over the past ten thousand years.

die.

Sweet death.

Not getting what you want is the cruelest punishment in the world. Now, he got it, and now, he has calmed down.

He calmed down.

Mortarion himself was surprised by this.

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