The Abyssal Pipe
Evil flute
The evil flute was passed down
Generation to generation
Through the family line
Only a few knowing its power
Everyone else carefree
Until one who used to sit there
Holding grudges against his family
Threw them all in.
Wanting to be king and punish them in hell.
Old fiend
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