A high elf stares at the ceiling lazily while tossing a small dagger into the air repeatedly. 

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A high elf stares at the ceiling lazily while tossing a small dagger into the air repeatedly. 

 Lonely, a fourteen year old kid with dark skin, curly brown hair, a yellow shirt and bright yellow eyes appears next to them, catching the knife.

”hi!“

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'It is a horrid foul place. I have a nemesis there. I may have another there as well, but I do not know'

 ""Who is this nemesis, and what did they do to become your nemesis?" Judge asks, his interest piqued.

'He is an avatar of the Third Spirit, the god of outcasts. That is enough to make him my nemesis. I do not believe that he knows his true role yet, he believes he is an ordinary man, so I suppose I can take some comfort in that'

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'He is an avatar of the Third Spirit, the god of outcasts. That is enough to make him my nemesis. I do not believe that he knows his true role yet, he believes he is an ordinary man, so I suppose I can take some comfort in that'

 "Interesting. What made you come here? This is the house of Cato, correct?"

'This is my House too. I just don't brag about it like he does.'

"Yet Cato is evil. And you are the embodiment of true good."

'Why would that be a problem? Evil is meaningless if there is no Good to compare it to, and Good is meaningless if there is no Evil to compare it to. As much as we despise each other, we need each other. Like two sides of the same coin'

*Bro you thought this through*

Judge doesn't reply. He's not used to these sorts of answers- in his experience,  Good and Evil are two distinct things.

*I've been thinking this through for a long time lol.*

'Something troubling you? That is good. It is only when we tear apart our own worldviews and spill the blood out of them that we can see them for what they really are.'

He sighs. "What I was here for was Cato himself, and those who followed him. I'm tired of evil antics."

'You can find him upstairs, that is his domain. You are very right to want them all dead, Cato and his people. I would have done it centuries ago, but I cannot. We are too evenly matched. When one of us dies, so does the other, and it is neither of our times to die'

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A high elf stares at the ceiling lazily while tossing a small dagger into the air repeatedly. 

 Lonely, a fourteen year old kid with dark skin, curly brown hair, a yellow shirt and bright yellow eyes appears next to them, catching the knife.

”hi!“

 He smiles, slightly creepily. "Greetings. Who might you be?" 

The dagger disappears out of the boys hand in a wisp of shadowy-like substance. 

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A high elf stares at the ceiling lazily while tossing a small dagger into the air repeatedly. 

 Lonely, a fourteen year old kid with dark skin, curly brown hair, a yellow shirt and bright yellow eyes appears next to them, catching the knife.

”hi!“

 He smiles, slightly creepily. "Greetings. Who might you be?" 

The dagger disappears out of the boys hand in a wisp of shadowy-like substance. 

 “I’m Lonely! Who are you?” They teleport to the other side of them, dissipating into shadow and reappearing with a popping sound.

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A high elf stares at the ceiling lazily while tossing a small dagger into the air repeatedly. 

 Lonely, a fourteen year old kid with dark skin, curly brown hair, a yellow shirt and bright yellow eyes appears next to them, catching the knife.

”hi!“

 He smiles, slightly creepily. "Greetings. Who might you be?" 

The dagger disappears out of the boys hand in a wisp of shadowy-like substance. 

 “I’m Lonely! Who are you?” They teleport to the other side of them, dissipating into shadow and reappearing with a popping sound.

 "Call me Barlow. Seems like you enjoy teleporting?" He sits up a bit straighter. 

'Good afternoon and welcome. Remind me, what did you do to get invited here?'

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'Good afternoon and welcome. Remind me, what did you do to get invited here?'

 Barlow turns around, facing this new person. "Killed a whole lot of people." 

'Oh yes, that would do it. I do like a good old fashioned killer'

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'Oh yes, that would do it. I do like a good old fashioned killer'

 He gives a half smile. "Yeh. I'm quite good at it. Especially in large numbers of weak targets. But I'll take any job." 

Kezzolan is seated in the foyer, tracing sigils in the air. The winds are beginning to pick up around him.