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If she's a fortune teller, she should be at the fair – she probably doesn't live in any permanent place. And here is her colorful tent, beckoning both ordinary fairgoers and connoisseurs of magical gifts from afar. Let's see if the old crone can trick you…
Surprisingly, your guess was correct – and now you've met the old fortune teller.
I'll give her my wallet. Isn't that logical?
| Your death is called - Gatekeeper of the Underworld |
The air around you stills and thickens. A red mist covers your eyes, and when you wipe them, an ancient, world-old, round door with a pentagram slowly and deliberately materializes before you – the entrance to the underworld. And here is the one who guards it – the Gatekeeper of the Underworld, an ancient demon who once angered the Lord of Hell and was exiled to guard the passage to hell from the world of men. He has been wandering between hell and the world of men for many millennia, belonging equally to neither. But he does not lose hope that one day he will be forgiven and returned home to the underworld – that is why he so zealously performs his duties, hoping to atone for the mistakes of the past with good work. His ancient scythe, reddened with time and spilled blood, seems to crumble to dust at any moment, but this impression is deceptive – do not even think about arguing with him and testing its sharpness. However, you are unlikely to have to argue with the Gatekeeper – after all, the gates of hell do not open for ordinary human souls. Most likely, the lord of the underworld needs something from you; all that remains is to enter the gate and find out what exactly. Maybe they want to offer you a clean and profitable job? |
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