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Malice listened, interested in more of the Dark Brotherhood. She had been told there'd be lots to learn, and so she was open to any information she could get her paws on. Her right ear flicked at the mention of Nemesis, but payed it little mind. She was under Nemesis' command now, there was no time nor room for hate. Malice's eyes widened. This place really was like home, wasn't it? Only with a different religion and the right to chose. Can you tell me more about the religion? She asked with a hopeful face. She had always acted on the command of Satan, but if this religion suited her better, she was ready for more changes in her life.

The girl was really enthusiastic for someone who had recently lost her brother, and Malice admired her for that. Malice was also interested in the dye she was speaking off. Malice did not know much about plants and in what in Lucifer's name you could do with them, but plants were not so relevant anymore after the locusts attack. Then the locusts must have stripped you off your hobby, huh? She asked understandingly.