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Hellbent buried them, remember?

The spren's face moved faster, dragon, lion, cremling, axehound, tiger, lion, wolf, human, parshendi, chasmfiend. "We had our terms, assassin. That is what it would take for what you asked." "If you want something lesser, there is more of a chance."

^Can confirm

You know, this is offensive. We don't kill our Co-workers! We kill everyone else! It unfroze, a chasmfiend face appearing, then a human, then a dragon, and on and on. "We want access to the full knowledge of the Dark Alley, the Ghostbloods, and TUBA." The corners of the mouth of the face, a shark, turned upward in an eerie way. "Can you provide that?"

Nooooooooo that's mean

He paused. "No? Why the storming hell would you think that?" @Sherlock Holmes

The spren froze, his head stopping as a wolf-lion. "You do not have access to that much payment, assassin."

He turned, about to answer. Then his phone buzzed. He looked down, the amberite turning to dust. He grabbed it, answering.

COME ONE, COME ALL If you like Subnautica, this is the place for you. We have it all, a PM, a game we like, a PM.

No, you should eat them (wink, wink, DA disclaimer)

Can you?

The Vortex flashed a bright white, then three spren emerged. The first was what had caused the light, a bright white spren, three times the size of a human, with something reminiscent of shardblade on it's surface. Brilliant white wings, almost like shards of glass had replaced feathers, spread from it's back. The second was a green serpent, big enough to stretch around the entire room, slightly transparent, dark emerald like bones visible within. The third was a flurry of parts, arms, legs, tentacles, heads, all from different species, different worlds, different laws of physics. Only two things remained the same throughout the creature. The color, oily black with opening of a dark beige. And the rot. All over, the tentacles, the arms, the strange extrusions, seemed to be dying, rotting, and they turned to dust as soon as new ones formed. A dark grey haze seemed to surround the thing. The man walked forward, towards the white spren. He spoke in a screechy voice, unlike anything Bellatrix knew. "Axerin lem zardell?" The creature looked down, it's marble-like face seeming to show surprise. "You need not speak the ancient language." It looked around. "What is this place?" The man grinned. "PlasmaCore. We're the masters of this universe, but our subjects have forsaken us. So we decided to summon great beings like yourself, to beg for help." He gestured towards the snake and the thing. "These we hope to harness." The spren nodded. "I will join you then." The man grinned. "Good, thank you." He walked towards the serpent, and his body glowed a searing green. It recoiled, and his eyes turned black within the glow. The creature's eyes, formerly leaf green, bled an oily black. It turned, slithering through the door. The white spren followed. Finally, the man turned to the thing. Bellatrix watched, fascinated, as he pressed into it, his body disappearing. Soon, his face popped up on the thing, a multitude of times. His arms and legs as well. The thing moved, leaving a trail of rusted metal, rotten wood, and eroded stone. He pulled out of the back, but it kept going. He grinned. "It's time you know my name. I am Lord Ajax. I will transform this realm substantially."

Since when did the Ghostbloods care about that? We're storming assassins, you can pay us to kill someones grandmother