The Orphans of Cerberus

BY : Fetherhd
Category: Final Fantasy VII > General
Dragon prints: 1711
Disclaimer: Square Enix holds all rights the the FFVII world and its characters. This is a not for profit fanfiction

The Orphan's of Cerberus Chapter 23
Dr. Dupery sat up and arched his back, stifling the soft groan that tried to escape as stiff muscles protested. He probably would have been okay if he had just stopped after the unexpected run through Neibelhiem's deep forest. BUT, he had just NOT been able to resist using and abusing the tempting bit of flesh that they had brought back with them. He had spent a couple of hours with the blond, loosening up ALL of her various orifices…so to speak. The woman had been wonderfully tight…it would probably take a few more very rough rounds with him before she was "broken" (hehehe) in and…um…stretched enough that he could use her as the reward in his carrot and stick plan to bring the powerful Titan under control. He really wanted the bitch to last more than once with the great male.
The scientist made a final adjustment on the ornate collar that rested on the table in front of him. There was nothing like a really good bout of rough fucking to get the creative juices flowing. He casually closed a small circuit in the thing's complex electronics panel and nodded to himself in satisfaction as a long, thin, silver coated hypodermic needle slid forwards out of its’ housing and released a miniscule drop of thick, clear fluid. A soft stroke of a strong, blunt fingered hand and one of the Cure Materia embedded in the piece glowed softly. Oh Yes…. The woman and her hot, beckoning entrances would be the carrot, and this little beauty…this… would be the stick!
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Cid breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Yuffie slipped out of Marion's room. The pilot was not solid in his belief that Chaos would not hurt a female who was friends with Vincent. Muscles that the man had not known were tense, relaxed a fraction as the big, winged demon let himself through the door.
Reno, who had been trying to look unconcerned and nonchalant straightened up.
"Yo…is she okay?"
Chaos froze for a second, then, he looked down at himself with an odd expression on his eldritch face. That gleaming gaze lifted and stopped on Cloud.
"TELL ME…HAS THERE BEEN A CHANGE IN MY FORM….WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?"
The swordsman ran a hand through his spikes.
"Um….you look like a demon…?"
The man swallowed convulsively as a spasm crossed the grey visage at the hesitancy in his answer. Dark, mobile lips lifted into a snarl, and two hot coals pinned Rude as he tried to make a quiet exit.
"AND YOU…TURK….WHAT DO YOU SEE?"
Just because the dark man usually had very little to say did NOT mean he was by any means…unintelligent.
"MAN….I see the scariest son of a bitch to walk this planet on this side of Hell's gate."
Chaos gave a slight nod,
"GOOD, THERE FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT THAT SOMEHOW YOU PEOPLE HAD MISTAKEN ME FOR A PSYCHO ANALYST…OR WORSE…SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY CARES."
Cid just did not know what got into him….he couldn't help himself. He snorted,
"Yeah…or MAYBE the world's scariest fricken teddy bear."
Highwind's breath caught in his throat as Chaos turned to study him. For some reason, the sudden…contemplative… look that crossed those aquiline features made the hair stand to attention on the back of the sky Captain's rough neck.
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Chaos might have protested being thought of as a psycho analyst, but centuries of observing human behavior (granted, mostly in the relationship of predator to prey) and the years that he had intimate access to Vincent's in-depth knowledge on how the human psyche worked, had made the demon very adapt at reading people. He had already written the Turks off as unsuitable when he came through the door. He doubted that Vincent would seriously protest ANYTHING he might do to them.(AND that pervert RENO would probably enjoy it! NOT the reaction he would be going for!)
Cloud….now he was actually a pretty good candidate. Physically, he was very attractive to the demon's…um…unbiased sexual tastes. BUT…he was also mako enhanced, not to mention the ex-SOLDEIR was full of Jenova cells. Chaos knew that he could best the swordsman physically, but to achieve his goal, the Dark One was pretty sure he would have to severely injure the man to subdue him. Also there was a good chance that what he had planned was going to cause some psychological damage….Cloud was surprisingly delicate in that department, almost as bad as the demon's Host. It very well could destroy him. Vincent might rise up in response to his friend's distress, but the gunslinger would not survive if his dominant demon caused the man irreparable harm.
The pilot's rough teddy bear comment attracted the demon's unwavering attention.
Ah…Highwind….The Sky Captain was the total opposite of the delicate looking Cloud. Cid was shorter, but surprisingly broad of shoulder and narrow at the hip. His rough cut features were not pretty…but attractive non the less and those incredible cerulean eyes reflected the sky that the man so loved. Chaos knew that the flyer hid a soft heart with his brusque mannerisms and his foul language. The Dark One also knew instinctively, that the man had an incredibly strong inner core. Cid would be able to handle SOME physical abuse as his outer shell was very strong. BUT more importantly, his resilient mind just might survive this intact.
Chaos wasn't TOTALLY positive in this assessment, but he knew that the longer Valentine stayed buried, the harder it would be to shock him out of his cationic state. The Demon was willing to take the chance. A quick shift in focus showed that the Turks and Whisper had silently departed the vicinity. Cloud was starting to relax as he came to the erroneous conclusion that Chaos meant to do no harm. He ran a long fingered hand through his mane of wayward spikes and rolled his neck as if to loosen tight muscles. Chaos hid his predatory smile as Cid made his job SOOO much easier.
"Why don't ya get some rest, Cloud. I took the shittin late shift tonight. There is no fricken reason for anyone else to feel like hell in the morning."
Ah…good, the man would be alone in the airship's darkened command center.
As the swordsman nodded and turned to stroll down the corridor, Vincent's eldest demon rolled a dark thought around in his twisted mind. Yes…HELL would be a good description of where the Sky Captain was heading!
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Cid was not surprised when Vincent's dark demon followed him quietly to the command center. Vincent had spent many a sleepless night on the outside deck there, watching the night sky. Valentine's tormented soul had seemed to NEED some type of human contact, and Cid had shared many a graveyard shift with the man. Albeit, usually the time was passed in a companionable silence. Being as how Chaos was a creature of the air, it stood to reason that he too, would enjoy the feeling of flying and freedom that the little open air platform provided.
Sure enough…as the Sky Captain went about doing the various checks that were part of his routine, the demon let himself out into the night air. Cid stood for a while and just watched as the dark being took up a position that was eerily reminiscent of Valentine. Chaos stood with one hip braced against the railing, his heavily muscled arms folded. As the airship shifted and bobbed at it's mooring, those bloodied wings would lift and unfurl in an instinctive response to the movement. The Sky Captain felt a stab of envy at the creature's ability to fly.
Having finished his systems checks the pilot quietly slipped through the door, head lifting a little as the light breeze ruffled through his short hair. He carefully leaned his elbows on the railing just to the side of Chaos' dark form.
"Sooo…is Valentine going to fricken come back out soon?"
Cid held his breath as that awesome head slowly turned to study him.
"I COULDN'T SAY, HIGHWIND. THE HOST HAS BURIED HIS ESSANCE SO DEEP THAT EVEN THE GALIAN IS HAVING TROUBLE SNIFFING HIM OUT."
The Captain lit another cigarette,
"Well SHIT…that's no fucking good!"
The demon gave a slight shrug of broad shoulders, and that molten gaze settled unwaveringly on the pilot.
"I AM BEING PAINFULLY HONEST WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I TRULY DON'T CARE. AFTER ALL, THIS GIVES ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO…INDULGE...IN MY NATURAL… SHALL WE SAY… DEMONIC DESIRES."
Something shifted across that intimidating grey visage. Cid found himself unable to look away as he suddenly remembered WHY Valentine considered that Hosting THIS particular dark, ancient being made him a TRUE monster!
The demon took a quick step sideways and the man found himself trapped between the sidewall, the railing, and a wide expanse of dove grey, hard muscled chest. AWW SHIT…Vincent's dominate demon was one BIG, mother fucker. Cid was starting to have a VERY bad feeling about this. Crimson and black wings spread wide, mantling the two males and Highwind pushed back into the wall as he frantically tried to think of an escape route that did NOT include a four hundred foot drop. The demon saw his anxiety and that deep voice took on a purring tone.
"WHAT….HIGHWIND?…NO SMART ASS COMMENTS TO MAKE? HNNN…HAS YOUR FOUL VOCABULARY ESCAPED YOU?"
"Mother Gia….Vincent come on…you need to wake the fuck unnng!…."
Cid's words were cut off, as with a wicked smile, Chaos dipped his head and his thin, dark lips came down over the man's mouth. Before the Sky Captain could register what had happened, sharp fangs cut his lips and a strong tongue pushed its way inside, seemingly to follow the taste of the flowing blood. Anger flashed through the fear and Cid bit down…hard! Only to hastily release that probing tongue as a powerful hand closed over the back of his neck. Chaos had casually flexed his fingers, making the blonde's muscles spasm in pain and the bones in his neck crack…on the verge of breaking.
Chaos rumbled a sinister laugh into the mouth he was brutally kissing. He pulled back a little but gave the man no reprieve as the other talon-ed hand slid under Cid's leather jacket and down the muscled ribcage, exploring warm flesh through the thin material.
"COME NOW, HIGHWIND…YOU ARE ONLY MAKING THIS HARDER ON YOURSELF. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I….LIKE….TO PLAY ROUGH!"
Long fingers crooked, claws tore through fabric and skin as with just a couple of efficient moves, Chaos had the Captain's shoulders, chest, and vulnerable belly exposed. The other hand slid off of Cid's sweating neck and stroked down, leaving a bleeding trail across twitching, rippling muscle, to stop with talon tips resting on the belt leather that encircled the flyer's hips.
"AH LITTLE BIRD….SUCH A SUCCULENT FEAST YOU OFFER ME!"
Cid suddenly realized that Chaos wasn't just screwing with him. He was totally ALONE with Vincent's darkest nightmare and…
"Oh HELL no! Vincent…you get your fucking ASS out here…"
The Captain lashed out with a foot, trying to connect with SOMETHING that might be vulnerable. Chaos caught the blow on one thick thigh, snagged Cid's knee and pulled the man's body in tight against that same thigh. The thick muscles rolled, rubbing and pressing sensitive flesh into the solid heat that the pilot could feel even through the fabric of his pants. To the man's horror, that traitorous bit of flesh broadcasted its approval of this loud and clear. Oh NO…there was NO way he was going to give the demon the satisfaction of making him enjoy his own rape! Two work hardened fists hammered into a stomach hard enough to cause the man to gasp in pain as a couple of bones broke in his hand. Chaos grunted…and roughly trapped both fists in one large hand. He used his greater body weight to pin Cid against the wall as his other hand deftly removed the man's belt.
"HNNN HIGHWIND….MAYBE YOU MISUNDERSTOOD. PLAYING ROUGH MEANS THAT…YOU….ARE THE ONE WHO GETS TO FEEL THE PAIN."
Cid kicked, bucked and cursed but he could not prevent the Dark One from binding his hands behind his back.
"Gods be cursed, CHAOS…I am not into fricken GUYS!"
Cid wanted there to be no question of this fact, maybe he had somehow inadvertently given the demon a come on or something...Or…maybe not!
A dark chuckle shook the other male…
"THAT...IS THE POINT. IF I WANTED THIS TO BE CONSENSUAL, I WOULD BE IN THERE DOING RENO! NO…THIS VIRGIN TIGHT, UNWILLING PIECE OF ASS ACCOMPANIED BY YOUR HELPLESS AGONIZED SCREAMS, IS THE MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE PROPOSITION RIGHT AT THE MOMENT."
Chaos cocked his head and an odd look furrowed the elegant brow,
"WOULD YOU RATHER I TURN MY ATTENTION TO ONE OF THE FEMALES ON BOARD? ANY OR ALL OF THEM WOULD DO NICELY IN A PINCH!"
"Mother Gia! Ah SHIT! NO…Gods…. Valentine…FUCK…" Some of Cid's desperation was leaking through.
Chaos growled
"VALENTINE IS NOT AVAILABLE…AND YES…FUCKING …YOU…. IS… MY INTENTION!"
The demon knelt, forcing the man onto his knees. Powerful arms pulled the Captain back, his body arched helplessly over the Dark One's bent leg. One wing flared forwards and Cid found out that particular appendage was almost as dexterous as the demon's arm. Sinew and bone locked his shoulders down, as that wicked mouth traveled down the long bleeding slashes the demon's claws had made over his heaving ribcage. The Sky Captain swallowed a scream as Chaos's rough tongue worried the torn flesh back open, increasing the blood flow. As the Demon sucked , nibbled and licked at the fresh crimson, he always stopped when hot breath and mobile lips brushed Cid's waistband. That strong, probing tongue burned like flame inside each wound until it reached that line, then it would slide delicately under the fabric as it followed the elixir of red as far as it could. A clawed hand traced up the inside of the pilot's leg and ended up resting at the crux. Cid bit his own tongue as long fingers stroked him through the fabric of his pants, the Ancient Being mixing pleasure and pain until the man was confused as to where each sensation was coming from. That confusion changed to pure panic as the Demon's hand shifted up and the swick of fabric being cut reached Cid's ears. One powerful arm lifted his hips while the other slid his pants off.
"Oh mother fucking Gia… HELL NO… DAMN IT Vince…."
Chaos frowned and a hand came up shutting cid's swearing mouth with an audible snap. The man started to thrash as best he could only to have one hand bend him further back, to the point that he thought his spine would crack. The Captain jerked as heat enveloped his balls. A very light squeeze from fingers that could tear flesh from bones caused the pilot to freeze.
"I WAS THINKING THAT IT WOULD BE MORE FUN IF YOU FOUGHT ME ALL THE WAY….."
Chaos tilted his head down until his lips were brushing Cid's ear. A shudder ran over the trapped man as that black tongue flicked out, caressing the rim.
"BUT….NOW…I THINK IT WOULD BE MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING TO FORCE A STRONG WILLED MAN SUCH AS YOURSELF, TO ACCEPT THE PAIN AND HUMILIATION WILLINGLY. I WANT TO USE BOTH OF MY HANDS SO…YOU…WILL BE STILL, LIKE A GOOD LITTLE FLEDGLING."
Cid jerked his ear away from the Demon,
"Fat fucking chance!"
Chaos hummed softly and the grip shifted, from the sack he had been idly rolling in a broad palm to close around the base of the pilot's (much to his consternation) hardening shaft. He closed that hand with enough force that a groan ground its way out of the Captain's mouth.
"I THOUGHT YOU WOULD SAY THAT….IF YOU DO NOT OBEY ME….I WILL RAPE YOU ANYWAYS. THEN…WHEN YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TORN, BLEEDING….. DYING….SHELL, I WILL WORK MY WAY THROUGH YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR CREW. OBEY ME…AND I WILL FOCUS MY UNDIVIDED ATTENTION ON ONLY YOU!"
That hot presence left its’ place in Highwind's lap, strong fingers eased Cid's stiff, trembling legs open and settled lower. The man stiffened as a digit lightly brushed over his entrance.
"HNNN…WHAT DO YOU SAY…HIGHWIND?" A sinister laugh rumbled in Chaos' wide chest. "DO I HAVE YOUR….CONSENT?"
Cid just stared at the sick, twisted, son of a bitch….Then he swallowed thickly, closed his eyes and nodded.
"GOOD!"
The man did not see those golden eye's flame. He DID feel the firm end of that unwanted digit swirl delicately around his rim then come to rest, pushing lightly at muscle that was instinctively clamped tight. If it were possible Chaos's rumbling voice seemed to deepen.
"SCREAM FOR ME, LITTLE BIRD."
Such was Cid's unbelieving shock, that when that tip breached him, he arched up in almost silent pain. He managed a shaky inhale as the Demon seemed to relent, easing the offending thing out a little. Only to have the air forced out in a strangled scream as that long, hard finger was brutally forced back in. Highwind clamped his teeth over the sound, as the demon hooked the digit cruelly, when it was sunk in to the knuckle.
The Dark One frowned a little.
"WHAT A PRISSY LITTLE SCREAM….YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT. NO?"
The finger pulled out and then slammed back in as the Demon entertained himself, watching pain, fear, and humiliation chase themselves across his victim's face as he was roughly finger fucked.
"AH WELL….IF I CAN'T GET A RESPECTABLE SCREAM OUT OF YOU…MAYBE I CAN MAKE YOU MOAN!"
It was taking ALL of Cid's considerable will to keep from screaming as that intrusive body part made his passage burn and …stretch. GODS…if it was this bad with just a finger….the pilot could feel the firm length of the demon's erection pressing into his side. THAT was going to kill him!
The pressure and pain increased as Chaos added a second finger. An almost scream changed to a shocked uhnnnn…as the demon stroked past a previously untouched spot deep inside him. Electricity seemed to sheet through the Captain and his hips bucked. Blue eye's sprang open…HOLY SHIT! NO….he was NOT going to enjoy this!
The golden gaze narrowed a little as if the Dark One was reading his thoughts and the demon slid his fingers in again…making a point to prod and stroke the man's prostate as he glided past. Mother Gia!! Tears of frustration made cerulean eyes glimmer as Highwind found he could not control the impulse that had his hips lifting as those two strong digits stroked inside of him.
Cid writhed in the demon's grasp as that hand pumped. The third finger joined the others forcing a moan past tight lips. Then… a scissoring motion was added. …Mother Fucki….ahh! Every time those fingers opened on the in and then out stroke, it felt like his insides were being torn, BUT that sizzling electrical spark was being built into a fire that took that pain and twisted it into something that, the Flyer realized with a sickening certainty, he might be willing to beg for. He vaguely felt the demon's other hand ease between his body and the demon's waist. Then the man realized that there was now nothing between his skin and the hard, heat that waited its’ turn. For pride's sake, the man managed to force words past the soft moans he was trying to stifle.
"GODS….NO…STOP! Hunnnn…."
The words were cut off as fingers that had been slicked with the demon's own pre-cum closed around and then slid up the pilot’s suddenly very needy shaft. AHHH SHIT…FUCK! Cid’s body flat betrayed him. It responded enthusiastically to the demon‘s exquisite torture, caught between trying to push UP into that very experienced touch and thrusting BACK, encouraging what was taking place inside.
"YES…FUCK INDEED…HIGHWIND!"
The Dark One timed his strokes, the one hand working that tight virgin passage, the other slipping up in strong, sure strokes. Chaos altered the pressure, heavier near the surprisingly thick base and lighter as he reached the blushing, weeping head. As the man's own pearly fluid gathered in that sensitive slit, the demon lightly thumbed it, gathering the lubrication, slicking things up so he could twist his hand at the end of each stroke.
Highwind had NO control over his body…Humiliation swept through even as moans were wrung from lips that should have been protesting. He could not stop himself from arching and thrusting into that torturing grasp as he climaxed and a hoarse scream tore its’ way out as the demon drove his fingers in hard and deep, making those last few thrusts almost savage. It forced his member into practical spasms, milky sperm landed on his chest and stomach, and the demon cupped his hand catching a large amount in his palm, as the man's body sagged, totally spent.
Chaos cocked his head, enjoying the sight of the pleasure glazed, sexually spent look on his unwilling victim’s face. Then before the man could pull himself out of his daze, the demon settled him on his back and moved to kneel between those strong, well shaped legs. One hand slathered the man's own lubrication on the demon's large, very hard erection and the other withdrew its’ digits from where they were intimately nestled to position the swollen head against an entrance that was alarmingly small. Gold gleamed wickedly as the demon held up the bloodied hand. Cid moaned softly and started to weakly squirm.
"OH YES…SOMETHING I FORGOT TO MENTION…. HIGHWIND. YOU WILL MOST LIKELY…NOT… SURVIVE THIS."
Before the man could react the Dark One caught his hips in a cruel clawed grip, lifted him and slowly pushed about a small portion of his length into the Sky Captain's body.
Highwind's back arched and his mouth opened in an almost silent scream.
GODS….Cid felt as if his spine was being crushed. As the large body over him pulled back, the pilot had a moment where he thought there would be some relief…but no… as the intruder pulled out, it felt like it was taking half of his guts with it. Pride be DAMNED…Cid screamed.
The demon watched his pain with half lidded languid eyes. Those black wings lifted, stretching out and fluttering lightly in response to their owner’s pleasure. Then… with one brutal thrust Chaos drove himself in deep. His own rumbled growl mixed with Highwind's hoarse shriek of fear, and agony as fragile tissues split and tore. The demon was almost purring as the man writhed beneath him, desperately trying to escape his iron grasp. Muscles clamped in spasm and the demon thrust slowly relishing the tight heat, and incredible sensation as that passage tried to force him OUT. It would not take long for the man to tear out his own voice…but…for now, his screams were a integral part of the…WHOLE…experience. Blood started to streak lazily down the demon's muscled thighs. Chaos sheathed himself to the hilt again and held, letting those hips loose a little so the body under him could buck and twist.
"HNNNN….DAMN…LITTLE BIRD. YOU ARE A TIGHT FIT.
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Vincent floated in an almost suffocating darkness. Hell, he should have thought of THIS years ago. The gunman had swan dived so deep into his own mind, that even his two Demon's could not reach him. Oh, he had felt both try, but it was no more than a quiet nudge in the dark.
REALLY Chaos…little pink babies? The demon was going to have to do better than that. He was able to easily ignore the short S.O.S that filtered down to him…so the planet lost another Shinra scientist… GOOD! The planet, the fates, or probably both, seemed to have a vendetta against him. The man balled himself up tighter. They could not reach him if he stayed here and refused to come out and play. So what if Chaos trashed the planet? What had it EVER done for him. Vincent stirred as snippets of nightmare reach him. Chaos's base desire for the females he was surrounded by disturbed him a little…but he felt as the beast wrestled himself back into control. The man settled back, preparing to sleep.
Before he could sink to the depths, Vincent again was brushed by the wings of a nightmare. He "felt" a mouth under his and the faint taste of blood echoed there. He gave a mental snort…the demons had tormented his sleep for YEARS, what little that was reaching him here was not a problem. It was a ploy that was NOT going to work this time! Again a brief flash of a short struggle…ah, a rape dream….and with a male to boot. He had ALWAYS hated when Chaos chose this venue to torment him. The Dark One had some really sick and twisted tastes.
There was a push from the Galian beast, the creature actually sounded upset. ….
"Not a dream…Vincent… you have to wake up! HE usually kills what he fucks!"
This was a little unusual, the beast usually stayed out of Chaos' schemes.
Valentine unrolled and allowed himself to rise a little. The emotional feedback and physical sensations increased. He could hear what sounded like moans being forced out of a man. His groin ached…a mirror of what his dominant demon was experiencing and he could SMELL the scent of fear, lust, and blood. The gunman gritted his teeth…he was going to be hard and miserable until the damned demon found his release.
Hold it! Even for one of his demon generated nightmares, this was intense…almost as if it were….Vincent recognized the scent of cigarettes and leather at the same time he experienced the sensation of Chaos sheathing himself to the root.
MOTHER GIA…Valentine was screaming almost as loudly as Cid as he rocketed up. The ex-Turk's raging essence crashed into the barriers that Chaos used to keep him suppressed and he violently engaged the Demon Lord in a battle of wills for supremacy.
GODS…this was his fault! He gave a mental stagger as his most powerful Demon's barriers faded before him like so much mist in the morning sun. As his form finished shifting, Vincent's awareness was filled with the smell of blood and Cid's, hoarse, sobbing breaths. Opening his eyes, the ex-Turk flinched away from the sight of blood on the Captains chin….
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Chaos had a fleeting moment of warning as the Galian shouted…
"YES…here he comes, and Chaos... MAN, is he PISSED!"
The powerful demon fought the man at his barriers, ensuring that Valentine's mind was fully engaged. Then he abruptly relented and allowed his HOST to push him DOWN. Before he disengaged from Highwind…the demon leaned over the shuddering, screaming body in his lap. Powerful arms lifted and a wing supported as the Dark One breathed into an ear, silken lips hardly moving.
"I AM TRULY SORRY…LITTLE EAGLE."
As his body started it's transformation, surprisingly gentle talons drifted out and brushed sweat matted blonde out of the Sky Captain's glazed, empty, cerulean eyes.


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