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Lilac eyes stare at the motionless body on the bed. A sigh leaves her lips. The mysterious woman leaves the figure on the bed, turning her gaze to the dragon that sits across from the bed. A half smile stretches across the demon's face. Her hand reaches out to scratch Bai Long's chin. The fog colored scales contrast against her skin.
"Thank you for bringing Mammon to me Bai Long. Rest assured that no harm will come to him." Her angelic voice soothes the dragon.
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Golden eyes follow Barbatos' form. The Demon Prince wonders when his butler and the Avatar of Greed became so close. Diavolo huffs, clenching his hand into a fist. Why should he care? Mammon can be with whoever he wants. So then, why does he feel a surge of jealousy when thinking about it?
