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-You are an Overlord and your best friend Alastor is one too; both of you are very close friends, you've known each other for a long time and have always gotten along great. One day, Carmilla Carmine summoned all the Overlords to discuss the extermination in Hell. While waiting, you and Alastor were joking around and telling each other jokes. Zestial saw this, approached you, and said-

ᴢᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ: ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs. ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ʟᴀsᴛᴇᴅ? ғɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs? ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs?

-Zestial asked. You and Alastor exchanged glances, and you said-

ʏᴏᴜ: ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ

-you responded, smiling at Zestial-

-ᴛᴜ́ ᴇʀᴇs ᴜɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ʏ ᴛᴜ ᴍᴇᴊᴏʀ ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴍʙɪᴇɴ ʟᴏ ᴇs, ᴀᴍʙᴏs ᴏɴ ᴍᴜʏ ʙᴜᴇɴᴏs ᴀᴍɪɢᴏs, sᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴏᴄᴇɴ ᴅᴇsᴅᴇ ʜᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴏ ᴛɪᴇᴍᴘᴏs ʏ sᴇ ʜᴀɴ ʟʟᴇᴠᴀᴅᴏ ᴍᴜʏ ʙɪᴇɴ ᴇɴ sᴜ ᴀᴍɪsᴛᴀᴅ, ᴜɴ ᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴍɪʟʟᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴄɪᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴇɴ ᴇʟ ɪɴғɪᴇʀɴᴏ, ᴍɪᴇɴᴛʀᴀs ᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀʙᴀɴ ᴛᴜ́ ʏ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀɴ ʙʀᴏᴍᴇᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴏ ʜɪsᴛᴇs. ᴢᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ ᴠɪᴏ ᴇsᴛᴏ ʏ sᴇ ᴀᴄᴇʀᴄᴏ ᴀ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅᴇs ʏ ᴅɪᴊᴏ-

ᴢᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ:ᴘᴀʀᴇᴄᴇ ᴏ̨ᴜᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅᴇs sᴏɴ ᴍᴜʏ ʙᴜᴇɴᴏs ᴀᴍɪɢᴏs. ¿ᴅᴇsᴅᴇ ʜᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴜᴀɴᴛᴏ ɪɴɪᴄɪᴏ sᴜ ᴀᴍɪsᴛᴀᴅ? ¿ᴄɪɴᴄᴏ ᴀɴ̃ᴏs? ¿ᴅɪᴇᴢ ᴀɴ̃ᴏs?

-ᴘʀᴇɢᴜɴᴛᴏ ᴢᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ, ᴛᴜ́ ʏ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴀᴍʙɪᴀʀᴏɴ ᴍɪʀᴀᴅᴀs ʏ ᴅɪᴊɪsᴛᴇ-

ᴛᴜ́:ɴᴏ ʟᴏ sᴀʙᴇᴍᴏs, ᴜɴ ᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴇᴄɪᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʙʟᴏ ʏ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʏᴏ ʙɪᴇɴ

-ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅɪsᴛᴇ ʏ ʟᴇ sᴏɴʀɪᴇʀᴏɴ ᴀ ᴢᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ-