User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150613205647

Abbadon: We shall. ''Abbadon, the wisp of smoke that is Incubus stops devouring the stallion and heads back to the jar...leaving only a pile of clean, white bones behind. The Gunslinger sheaths his revolvers and Lucifer limps to his master's side. ''Come, Nightmare. ''The odd group begins walking back down the alley. ''