"It means enough. Also it would do you well to show some respect, I am not a witch, I am your judge. However since you clearly lack any sort of manners and there is little if any redeemable parts to you, I hereby sentence you to the deepest reaches of Hell. You will stay there tortured and suffering until the day you repent comes," it was hardly a moment after she spoke did others come to take Delacroix away. "Try and do better if you ever get a second chance at life."
She was tired, and the souls that had hardly any hope of improving always put her in a melancholy mood. Why were people so prone to the darkness in their hearts?
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"It means enough. Also it would do you well to show some respect, I am not a witch, I am your judge. However since you clearly lack any sort of manners and there is little if any redeemable parts to you, I hereby sentence you to the deepest reaches of Hell. You will stay there tortured and suffering until the day you repent comes," it was hardly a moment after she spoke did others come to take Delacroix away. "Try and do better if you ever get a second chance at life."
She was tired, and the souls that had hardly any hope of improving always put her in a melancholy mood. Why were people so prone to the darkness in their hearts?