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Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair... The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin.