A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!

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Asmodea noticed the look on his face and decided to address him. "Do not underestimate us, Reginald. You may have some tricks up your sleeve, but we have faced much worse than you before," she said, her voice laced with confidence.

Reginald didn't say anything in response, but the look on his face was enough to tell them that he wasn't impressed. Asmodea and Sitri exchanged glances, both knowing that they had a tough battle ahead of them if they were to come out on top. With Reginald now securely bound, they set off on their journey, hoping to come across other captives that they could add to their group to increase their chances of survival.

"The only reason the poison I gave you was able to leave your system was because I passed out. Since the snakes that are attached to my arms are the source of the poison, I must continue to exert effort in order for the poison to remain effective. This is a free piece of advice for you. When are we going to get this show on the road?" Sitri spoke to Reginald in a serious tone, making it clear that she was not pleased with him.

"Not just yet. Please tell me where the other members of your group are and what skills they have. I really don't want this to become a Limbra situation, so let's try to get along for the time being, mmmk?" Asmodea said as she began to go through the motions of her evil cop impersonation.

"Eh, considering the fact that I detest the idea of being tormented, which is what I believe being a Limbra will entail, and that I do not enjoy passing away... It won't bother me if I tell you. We had decided to go our own ways with Avalandor and Luce not too long ago, and Elizabeth and I had followed suit." Reginald said stopping at middle and then continued.

"Regarding the other members of the group, I have no idea what they are doing. Although it seems that one of us saw Yaotl, the man who was dressed as a jaguar, the other day. Veronica passed away, give or take a few of hours, just now. Huh, that's weird. Good for you, eh?" Reginald's words came out clear and unwavering; he did not feel any allegiance to the individuals who had only recently been his allies.

As he proceeded, he licked the tip of his tongue and said, "As for abilities... I know very little of our temporary allies. In light of the fact that Elizabeth and Veronica have passed away, I do not believe it is necessary to tell you about them; I feel the same way. Archibald is an extremely good swordsman who also possesses a working knowledge of some fundamental but effective fire magic."

"Thaddeus, who I loathe... Lucifer is the only one who understands the reason why he is friends with Archibald and Elizabeth. Thaddeus maintains business relationships with a wide variety of unsettling species. I shiver when I think about his most powerful ones, or more accurately, his most bizarre ones. Since I have no idea what Yaotl and Chigaru are, I won't bother talking about them. Luce is a Djinn and uses a form of summoning magic that is somewhat comparable to that used by Thaddeus, but to call forth beings who aren't entirely composed of organic matter. And Avalandor wields Old Age, despite the fact that I have no clue why he possesses it." Reginald finished.

Asmodea and Sitri were shocked to hear Reginald's final description of his weapon, which stood out from all the others. The inscription on the blade read, "Lord's personal sword... Given to him by Death himself," which left them both surprised and intrigued.

Even sitri, who had been quiet up until now, was taken aback by this revelation. "Father's sword, how in the-! Arazra..." she muttered, unable to finish her sentence.

Asmodea was quick to ask Reginald about the history of the sword and how he came to possess it. She was curious to know more about this mysterious weapon and its connection to Death. However, Reginald was reluctant to share any more information, and instead remained silent with a grim expression on his face.

Asmodea's eyes widened in amazement while Sitri clenched her fists in anger. They were both equally curious about Avalandor and why Arazra had entrusted him with one of the seven most powerful weapons in the seven rings.

The history of the seven rings was shrouded in mystery, and not much was known about them except for the fact that each Ruler of Sin had received a unique piece of Death's scythe as a gift a long time ago. The scythe was divided into seven pieces, each representing a different sin. Death had given the rulers the freedom to use the weapons in any way they saw fit, whether it meant passing them on to someone else or keeping them for safekeeping.

The sword that Avalandor was wielding was one of these pieces, and it was inscribed with the words "Lord's personal sword... Given to him by Death himself." This only added to the mystery of Avalandor and his connection to Arazra.

Asmodea and Sitri exchanged a glance, wondering what other secrets the Seven Rings might hold and how they could be used to their advantage in the competition. But for now, they needed to focus on the task at hand and figure out their next move.

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