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tola tuops retaw eht pu delwarc redips ycneew ycnee eht... Despite Tola's near-blindness and her constantly catatonic state, the aged mare's nostrils suddenly flared, and her incredibly hairy ears flickered and turned towards where the demon was passing by. Her one good eye bulged in its hollow socket as she forced him to be seen through her own personal murky haze. Her immortal soul stirred within herself, as if recognizing something in him. His body was sleek as midnight, only differentiated with a multitude of different sheens of black. "The devil," Tola whispered, through lips which had grown tighter and tighter the longer the demonic man stayed within her vision. "-is not as black as he is painted." These words fell to the ears of no one at all, save for the spiders that crawled amiably around the hollows of Tola's face.