Brainstorming

A clawed hand swept the glass covered floor. Cassandra was in the bedroom with her face covered in bandages. "Don't worry, my dear. It will heal soon," Basil comforted her, holding her head near his chest. "Did that rude angel scare you?"

"Such force. I have never felt something like that. And the sword. It's like a supernova hit."

Basil cackled pleased, with his chest moving. "That must be the heavy artillery," he said with a vicious smile.

"How can you laugh at something like?" she uttered, dumbfounded. The damned soul chuckled with a vicious smirk. "Angel like that are only sent on special missions. God must be getting worried. Do you know what that means?"

"No, what?" she blinked.

Her husband leaned in with a grimace which made him unrecognizable. "It means the overlord’s plan is working."

"Oh."

"Yes, my dear. Very soon, this smelly wasteland will only be a distant memory. Before long, we will live in abundance human monarchs could only dream off," he grinned, delighted.

"Sounds
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