Connection ErrorBad RequestThis page went staleSession ExpiredSign in requiredForbiddenNot FoundToo Many RequestsServer ErrorBad GatewayService UnavailableGateway TimeoutHTTP Version Not Supported
Session Expired
Your session has expired. Please log in to continue.
Sign in required
You need an account to do that. Sign in or create one — it only takes a minute.
This page went stale
Your security token was rejected, usually because the page sat open too long or you signed in elsewhere. Nothing was saved. Reload the page and try again.
Request Failed
We encountered an issue while processing your request.
Please check your internet connection and try again.
Lyrics:
Did you know that Hell also celebrates New Year's? It's true that there are no Christmas trees there, and snow has never been seen, but that doesn't stop young succubi from decorating trees, even if they are scorched and bare. And the garlands are cut from a special red paper... It's special because it's used by elves - war bards write their martial songs on it to boost the morale of the elven army. And what do demons care? They take these selected texts and cut out garlands...
Lyrical digression:
Work began back in the summer, but it was only finished now. The shadow was forgotten, and then left like that... the stump doesn't really fit, but it was there since the summer, and now some kind of strange legs have been added because everything was messy and unclear... In the area of the hooves, the succubus doesn't look quite right, but that's how it was intended... and in general, this primitive style (with the exception of a couple of details, which I just didn't have the strength to finish because I'm getting sick) was conceived this way.