User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5015799-20150223164758

"Lord Blackheart isn't home"

A few moments later the guard looks up and sees a red eyed cloud of smoke fly over them.

"Ignore that statement. He is now"

The smoke lands in front of the guards and forms the mighty Hell Lord himself.

Blackheart: "You've come a long way to die, archangel"

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"What's that over there?" One of the sentries exclaim.

"I'll check it out. Cover me"

One of them began walking towards the light.