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“As his son, you are his heir as well; as if the horns were not enough to convince you of that. In order to make the descent you must send a thousand human souls to the King below, and by your own hands. You are his only hope for hell’s future and should you fail to slay a thousand men, then those horns will be all that remain of your previous self. Goats do not rule the underworld.”
Before Ennokos could so much as move an inch, the hands that weren’t hers were upon him, the rotten flesh touching his own. Fingers held his face still as Alice’s lips pressed against his. Her tongue pushed past lips and teeth but it was definitely not her tongue that slithered down into his body. Pain stabbed through every inch of him and in a second everything went black.