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Words of Valefar, II

"You're going back to your initial role then." Barbie blurted out as she crossed her arms. 

"Yes." Valefar remarked. 

"Would you believe me if all of the people in this station were putting their hope into you and the other demons? They were ready to give it all up but then they found out about you and the others, being more better than Bright or that Denton fellow."

"Yeah, the same fellow who started this all."

"Tell me now." Barbie said, walking around Valefar's posture, her eyes looking up and down at his demonic Assault form, his skin being as thick as armor, dark as well. She then saw his orange eyes once more, with his needle like pupils. "Why this Denton did what he did?"

"Long story short Barb, Gunsmith had to kill his friends cause he needed their Hellfire Arms to maintain order in Hell. Yes, even downstairs, in a place like that, law and order needs to be maintained."