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"Come down here into the palace... Let us guide down your every footstep..." "Come down here into the palace, where the Queen settles. Just let us adore heeerrr..." "Let us guide you..." "Just let us adooorrreee heeerrr..."

The palace filled with songs and lullabies that could make most shred a tear, the melodic voices. Soft as silks, synchronized with an angelic. Divine timing that was as perfect as the Garden of Eden´s beauty. Statues of angels and Seraphs, their face-less, black-gray skins, their wings and the gentleness of their mannerisms. Their figures majestic, on the ceilings and walls. As majestic as they could, but as terrifying as this whole place could get.

Then... The Fallen Queen, she sat there in her throne. Her eyes bored as ever, resting her head on her hand, her arm on the arm rest of her throne. She was looking down at a Fallen Jester, throwing and catching gifts up and down to keep her entertained with whatever tricks they show her(trust me. She has seen literally all of them-). or Fallen Hazmat´s usual reports(boring as ever).

**". . . Sigh." She exhales harshly, she rises her other hand up and signals for the Fallen Jester to scram way, they did so. Picking up the gifts that fell on them "accidentally"(a futile attempt of comedy) as fast as they could before they would get impaled.

"How long was it ever since something interesting?" She says, thinking loudly, some of the Hazmats turned to each other, thinking for a second. A "brave" one came forward. "My- My Queen! It has been around-"

"SCRAM OFF!"

The Fallen Hazmats reacted rapidly, one tripping on their back as another dragged that one away. The others ran.

"How... Dubious... For how long must i endure this boredoom."