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*cut with arch*

”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

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*cut with arch*

”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

 “Around 500.”

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Goku is training and ready for anything.

Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.

Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.

Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally. 

 Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.

the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.

 One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”

*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.

 “Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”

*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”

 "Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"

"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."

 “Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”

”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.

 "Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."

He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.

 “Where are ya from, Sekiro?” He says, shooting another bird out of the sky, then shooting it twice more while its falling.

She  waves goodbye before falling unconscious.

Abaddon is pacing around the entrance to the courtroom, going over papers when Rag flies in.

”where… were  you?”

 "Japan. I was the personal guardian of the celestial prince." He strips the bird of its feathers before it lands on the ground, sheathing his blade after.

Rag stumbles unsteadily. He holds the wall to remain standing "I was drinking. Did you need-Hic- me for something?"

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*cut with arch*

”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

 “Around 500.”

 “Impressive. Who was your first?”

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Goku is training and ready for anything.

Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.

Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.

Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally. 

 Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.

the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.

 One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”

*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.

 “Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”

*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”

 "Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"

"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."

 “Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”

”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.

 "Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."

He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.

 “Where are ya from, Sekiro?” He says, shooting another bird out of the sky, then shooting it twice more while its falling.

She  waves goodbye before falling unconscious.

Abaddon is pacing around the entrance to the courtroom, going over papers when Rag flies in.

”where… were  you?”

 "Japan. I was the personal guardian of the celestial prince." He strips the bird of its feathers before it lands on the ground, sheathing his blade after.

Rag stumbles unsteadily. He holds the wall to remain standing "I was drinking. Did you need-Hic- me for something?"

 “Celestial prince? Sounds fancy. Were people out to get him a lot?” Smirking, he shoots six more birds out of the sky. There are a lot of birds in the sky, it seems.

“no… but how much did you drink?…”

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*cut with arch*

”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

 “Around 500.”

 “Impressive. Who was your first?”

 “You expect me to remember that?”

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*cut with arch*

”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

 “Around 500.”

 “Impressive. Who was your first?”

 “You expect me to remember that?”

 “I remember everyone I’ve ever killed. And I’ve killed more people than sorcerer’s you’ve killed.”

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Goku is training and ready for anything.

Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.

Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.

Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally. 

 Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.

the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.

 One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”

*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.

 “Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”

*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”

 "Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"

"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."

 “Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”

”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.

 "Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."

He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.

 “Where are ya from, Sekiro?” He says, shooting another bird out of the sky, then shooting it twice more while its falling.

She  waves goodbye before falling unconscious.

Abaddon is pacing around the entrance to the courtroom, going over papers when Rag flies in.

”where… were  you?”

 "Japan. I was the personal guardian of the celestial prince." He strips the bird of its feathers before it lands on the ground, sheathing his blade after.

Rag stumbles unsteadily. He holds the wall to remain standing "I was drinking. Did you need-Hic- me for something?"

 “Celestial prince? Sounds fancy. Were people out to get him a lot?” Smirking, he shoots six more birds out of the sky. There are a lot of birds in the sky, it seems.

“no… but how much did you drink?…”

 "Well when his blood can make you immortal, its just in the cards." He skins five of the birds before they hit the ground and leaves one unharmed.

"A lot. I'm in-Hic- mourning. You son of a [gp]"

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*cut with arch*

”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

 “Around 500.”

 “Impressive. Who was your first?”

 “You expect me to remember that?”

 “I remember everyone I’ve ever killed. And I’ve killed more people than sorcerer’s you’ve killed.”

 “Good for you, I hardly remem-…oh right. I have a son. Completely forgot about that.”

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Goku is training and ready for anything.

Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.

Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.

Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally. 

 Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.

the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.

 One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”

*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.

 “Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”

*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”

 "Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"

"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."

 “Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”

”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.

 "Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."

He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.

 “Where are ya from, Sekiro?” He says, shooting another bird out of the sky, then shooting it twice more while its falling.

She  waves goodbye before falling unconscious.

Abaddon is pacing around the entrance to the courtroom, going over papers when Rag flies in.

”where… were  you?”

 "Japan. I was the personal guardian of the celestial prince." He strips the bird of its feathers before it lands on the ground, sheathing his blade after.

Rag stumbles unsteadily. He holds the wall to remain standing "I was drinking. Did you need-Hic- me for something?"

 “Celestial prince? Sounds fancy. Were people out to get him a lot?” Smirking, he shoots six more birds out of the sky. There are a lot of birds in the sky, it seems.

“no… but how much did you drink?…”

 "Well when his blood can make you immortal, its just in the cards." He skins five of the birds before they hit the ground and leaves one unharmed.

"A lot. I'm in-Hic- mourning. You son of a [gp]"

 “I see… have any of them succeeded?”

”good. Now, I have a trial to get to. An Erinyes tried to kill Mephistopheles… that idiot.”

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”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”

“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”

 “Mind if I see?”

 He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.

he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.

 “Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”

 “It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.

”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”

 “Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”

 “I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”

 “Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”

 “Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”

 “Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”

 “Sorcerer killer, fun title. How many sorcerers have you actually killed?”

 “Around 500.”

 “Impressive. Who was your first?”

 “You expect me to remember that?”

 “I remember everyone I’ve ever killed. And I’ve killed more people than sorcerer’s you’ve killed.”

 “Good for you, I hardly remem-…oh right. I have a son. Completely forgot about that.”

 “You forgot you have a son… you might have a problem.” They chuckle.

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Goku is training and ready for anything.

Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.

Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.

Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally. 

 Coronet greatly enjoys the tour and the company, cracking jokes and cackling gleefully as they chat.

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 “I see… have any of them succeeded?”

 

”good. Now, I have a trial to get to. An Erinyes tried to kill Mephistopheles… that idiot.”

 "Of course not, I'm good at my job."

"Well I'm off to sleep off this headache and sober up." He begins walking to his room.

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 “I see… have any of them succeeded?”

 

”good. Now, I have a trial to get to. An Erinyes tried to kill Mephistopheles… that idiot.”

 "Of course not, I'm good at my job."

"Well I'm off to sleep off this headache and sober up." He begins walking to his room.

 “Aw, well good for you i guess. And that prince of yours. It’s really impressive. What you did to those birds.”

Abaddon doesn’t stop him, heading into the courtroom to hold another trial.

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Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally. 

 Coronet greatly enjoys the tour and the company, cracking jokes and cackling gleefully as they chat.

 Jason seems to be greatly enjoying this tour, his soul absolutely massive, gargantuan even.

*ooh what if the dream team, Toji, Sekiro, and Varavothim were hired by like Ragnaris or something to try and kill Abaddon*

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 “I see… have any of them succeeded?”

 

”good. Now, I have a trial to get to. An Erinyes tried to kill Mephistopheles… that idiot.”

 "Of course not, I'm good at my job."

"Well I'm off to sleep off this headache and sober up." He begins walking to his room.

 “Aw, well good for you i guess. And that prince of yours. It’s really impressive. What you did to those birds.”

Abaddon doesn’t stop him, heading into the courtroom to hold another trial.

 "Well I've had a lot of time to get good with a sword, and a lot of practice. Then again, my sword is pretty special too."

Rag sleeps off his drunkenness, not getting out of bed until its completely gone.*Time skip.* When he does wake up he heads to the courtroom.

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*ooh what if the dream team, Toji, Sekiro, and Varavothim were hired by like Ragnaris or something to try and kill Abaddon*

 *I would love that bro, the combined skill going for Abaddon's life.*

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 “I see… have any of them succeeded?”

 

”good. Now, I have a trial to get to. An Erinyes tried to kill Mephistopheles… that idiot.”

 "Of course not, I'm good at my job."

"Well I'm off to sleep off this headache and sober up." He begins walking to his room.

 “Aw, well good for you i guess. And that prince of yours. It’s really impressive. What you did to those birds.”

Abaddon doesn’t stop him, heading into the courtroom to hold another trial.

 "Well I've had a lot of time to get good with a sword, and a lot of practice. Then again, my sword is pretty special too."

Rag sleeps off his drunkenness, not getting out of bed until its completely gone.*Time skip.* When he does wake up he heads to the courtroom.

 “I could see that, don’t think any normal blade could move that fast.”

he walks into the middle of a trial, Astaroth seated next to Abaddon, who is listening to the Erinyes’ attorney, an Amnizu, going over the Erinyes’ defense. Currently, he’s arguing that attack,ing the Archdevil Mephistopheles was actually a mistaken attack to kill an imp who wasn’t supposed to be there, and how they missed and hit the Archdevil. Or something such as that, they’re speaking in a mix of infernal and common, and it’s quite hard to follow.

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*ooh what if the dream team, Toji, Sekiro, and Varavothim were hired by like Ragnaris or something to try and kill Abaddon*

 *I would love that bro, the combined skill going for Abaddon's life.*

 *then there’s just the question of if that would be enough to kill Abaddon, it’d be a really hard mission.*