 Minion
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             Saliva dripping from the demons teeth
     "We have done nothing wrong", or so the guilty bequeeth
     The hellish arm of cain reaches out for another conquest
         Liars, sinners, fools, to be put to the test

        No inherent need to be merciful, the minion knows not
      Against the worthless decay, this beast has always fought
   "Pray to your god, you will be forgiven.", how wrong can they be?
         Pain, torture, death. This is the Devil's decree.

    Very few have seen the face of death, none have escaped the grasp
     The only battles this minion has seen are now far in the past
    One man, long ago, stood and fought the beast, yet he was pure.
   Cain's pet makes no distinctions, this man was made to endure more

    A killing machine, testament to the power of the underworld.

Dreadnought [Assault] '93
