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NO FREAKING WAY! 😱💥 Have you seen the NEW video with the Hellaverse updates?!! It’s on Vivziepop’s channel, go check it out! Besides announcing that Helluva Boss will now be on Prime Video and that there might be crossovers with Hazbin Hotel, they also mentioned and revealed a NEW CHARACTER! ✨🔥 Her name is Lito! OH MY GOD! She’s so pretty! It looks like she’s related to foxes, the color blue, art, and plants, she’s definitely going to be my favorite character! I can’t wait to see her in action! x3 💙 Jokes aside, I LOVE when people make these kinds of edits with their characters~ some friends were doing it, and I wanted to join in too! The text was provided by my friend Ray, thank you so much x'3 I LOVE how Lito turned out here, even if she stands out a bit because she’s blue xD, and yes, she definitely LOVES doing that kind of bowing gesture~ 🌺💙

Commission requested by star.w4tcher // Color 1. Thank you so much for trusting my art and commissioning me! 💙✨ Star came to visit V Tower to see her good friend Vox. (Although… I’ve heard around that she might have a tiny crush on him? But shhh, don’t tell anyone 🤭).

Vox enjoys having her around, more than he’d like to admit, actually… though today he seems especially grumpy and in a bad mood. I guess losing everything in this second season wasn’t exactly pleasant for him? cough cough 👀.

STILL! That didn’t stop our lovely girl one bit: with her usual enthusiasm and zero fear of rejection, she decided she was definitely going to take a photo with him, whether he liked it or not. 📸😈

PS: First time I can say I really LOVED how I drew Vox -screen lick- ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

Art commission from December 2025. [Jaz x Alastor]. Commission requested by LLeucosia // Full Color. Thank you so much for trusting my art and commissioning me! 💙✨ "Isn’t it ironic how even the “great” ones can fall so submissively to a siren’s song?"

It’s almost amusing to think that Alastor so aggressively reminded Husk of his leash and his place, when he himself also wears one. Invisible, yet firm. Condemned to obey orders, to carry out the dirty work, and to kneel if she so demands it. No real power; only the illusion of still possessing it.

The siren was clever. Intelligent. Far too capable. She knew how to read him, twist him, manipulate the red deer with a ease that still enrages him. How could he sink so low? He resents her. At times he believes he could hate her enough to want to strangle her. But he won’t. Deep down, he knows he can’t… and it’s not just because of the leash.

It’s something else.

He desires her. For the first time, he feels admiration, and something dangerously close to love, for someone. It’s a twisted feeling, born while she holds his leash and treats him like a pet. Alastor struggles to maintain his dignity, to convince himself that he’s still the one in control. He hates the humiliation, and yet, deep down, there’s a truth he would never admit: a part of him… truly enjoys it. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

Commission requested by hallowedenigma // Full Color. Thank you so much for trusting my art and commissioning me! 💙✨ The hotel finally fell silent. Everyone had gone out to celebrate Christmas Eve, except for Lucifer and Darcy. At first, they hadn’t planned anything special; they simply wanted to spend time together. The holidays made everyone more affectionate and talkative, but they hadn’t had a single moment to breathe and truly enjoy each other’s conversation, so they decided to stay at the hotel.

However, the crackling of the fireplace, the dark and cozy atmosphere, and the soft glow of the Christmas lights ended up creating, almost unintentionally, a palpable intimacy.

There was no one else in the hotel. Just the two of them, slowly drawing closer as they talked. The firelight illuminated the girl’s face in front of Lucifer; her eyes reflected the flames, attentive and bright. A complicit silence settled in when they looked at each other and remained still for a second too long, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

He was the one who took the first step: he kissed her. She didn’t stop him. Slowly, his body leaned over hers, wrapping her in a warmth that no longer came solely from the fire.

The clock struck twelve. It was already Christmas. “It’s time to open my present, darling,” he murmured. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

Art commission from November 2025. [Dexter x Radioapple // Valentine's Day]. Commission requested by Astronnix // Sketch. Thank you so much for trusting my art and commissioning me! 💙✨ Dexter remained trapped like prey between the two most devastating forces of his abyss. Both were accomplices in the way they loved and claimed: to please, to satisfy, to devour and destroy the young man’s body with restrained desire, even as their egos clashed in constant war. They were not allies, but they agreed on one thing, Dexter was the center of their attention, the exact point where both sought to assert dominance.

He tried not to look afraid. He didn’t want to be seen as prey, even though he knew that was how they perceived him. And yet, something about being between both demons, fragile in their eyes, aroused him more than he was willing to admit. He could pretend he wanted to flee, that he was on the verge of breaking, but he wouldn’t. He liked that tension, that silent danger.

When the demons began to fight for prominence in front of him, hating the other’s closeness, Dexter stopped them. Alastor loves control. Lucifer fears failure. And yet, both lost at the very moment they allowed their impulses to rule them. “Weak,” Dexter called them, without raising his voice.

Because it doesn’t matter how vulnerable he may seem in their eyes. It doesn’t matter how much he looks like prey between fangs and wings. In truth, it is Dexter who holds the leash. It is he who allows the closeness, the desire, and the pain, and it is he who bends the predatory nature of them both… as long as the performance continues. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

Art commission from November 2025. [Alastor x Dexter x Lucifer]. Commission requested by Astronnix // Sketch. Thank you so much for trusting my art and commissioning me! 💙✨ Dexter spins at the center of chaos, like an endless carousel, not because he wants to move, but because staying still would mean choosing. Hands hold him, hands push him, hands that love only when it hurts. No questions, no pauses, yet all of it overwhelms. One lifts his face, firm fingers under his chin forcing him to look, to stay, keeping him from falling. A thumb brushes his lips with an unmistakable mix of truth and desire. “Stay with me.” Lucifer watches him as something fragile he wants to keep intact, even knowing he is already broken. On the other side, a sharp pull at his arm. His body is drawn closer without care, too possessive, too cruel. Laughter vibrates near the wound, a dangerous laugh that promises no tenderness, only permanence. He doesn’t ask if it hurts. He asks how much more. Dexter’s chest burns as blood drips slowly, not like an accident, but like a signature of his desire. Between them, they keep him moving in slow, hypnotic circles, until dizziness sets in. There is no space to fall, no space to escape. Dexter learned to feel fear like a caress and desire like constant pressure. He trembles, but he stays, because being held hurts less than being let go. Because he doesn’t want to be alone. He is not trapped between two demons: he is being loved in a way that breaks, a way that forces him to keep spinning without stopping. And as long as the music keeps playing, the hands will keep touching him, caressing him, hurting him. Their gazes will be filled with love, desire, and obsession; his body will feel pleasure and pain at the same time. But when the music fades and the carousel comes to a stop… will he shatter like a porcelain doll? ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

[December 2025 Art] [Alastor x Lito // OC]

🎙🦌: Ah, Christmas! Isn’t it simply marvelous how, at this time of year, everything seems so perfectly arranged for an outrageously charming little performance? The music keeping time, the warmth shared with both dear friends and complete strangers alike, everything wrapped in that cozy atmosphere meant to convince us, if only for a few hours, that the world is in perfect harmony.

A polished illusion, refined… and delightfully false, crafted to stuff our hearts full of kindness and good cheer. I must confess, it’s quite impossible for me not to enjoy it. Ha! Ha! Ha!

But do not be mistaken: what truly matters here is not the presents, nor the rehearsed smiles, nor the saccharine melodies, nor any of that nonsense they peddle with such enthusiasm. No… what’s genuinely fascinating is simply being present, with the right sort of company.

The kind that can turn such an obvious farce into something memorable, almost endearing. Watching their face light up, hearing their voice, noticing that sincere sense of wonder at the so-called “magic” of Christmas; seeing how eyes begin to sparkle, how even the smallest gestures grow heavy with a warmth so rarely indulged the rest of the year.

Funny, isn’t it, how beneath all this festive dressing, hearts become just a little more vulnerable… and therefore, far more interesting.

So then, my dear listeners, do embrace the artifice, just as I do, and allow yourselves to be carried along by the music and the glitter a while longer. Enjoy the stage while the curtain still stands, and savor the illusion before it inevitably fades away. I assure you, you won’t regret it.

I wish you a very merry Christmas… and, of course, a prosperous New Year. Do keep smiling… even here in Hell :) ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

[July 2025 Art] → [My part of the AT] ← Vox held Alastor by the neck at the edge of a skyscraper, the void yawning open beneath their feet. He kept him suspended as if he were a trophy about to be discarded.

📺🦈: Congratulations, Alastor. You finally got what you always wanted: power. All the power you could ever imagine. You’re the strongest, the cruelest, the most lethal thing in this shithole… and, just like you always dreamed, you’ve got your own solo show. Congratulations. Vox’s smile trembled, more bitter than victorious, and then his voice softened slightly.

📺🦈: A crown. Undisputed glory. Everyone respects you and fears you for your immense power… a king of sinners. But with no one at your side to enjoy it with. No one you can trust, no one whose back you don’t fear will stab you. In the end, you were right… I have Valentino and Velvette backing me up. And you? Are you really happy without a single soul close to you…?

He let him go.

Alastor fell, and between the speed, the rage, and the hard, hollow impact of the void twisting in his stomach, he understood the words with a cruel, icy clarity: Vox was right. He had mocked those who depended on others his entire life. He never let anyone cross the distance to reach him; even those he liked were never allowed to truly get close. He convinced himself that closeness was weakness. That solitude was freedom. That he needed no one. But as he fell, that belief shattered like glass: he was alone… and he was weak.

Relying solely on himself to survive had always seemed logical, but for the first time, he doubted his own ability. All his theatricality became useless in the face of the hollow opening in his chest. And for a brief but devastating moment, he regretted it… He regretted never allowing a single soul to hold him. Never extending his hand. Cruelly pushing away those who tried to get close. All that remained was the cold realization of the life he had chosen… and the truth that he would have to keep fighting alone until the very end.

But then, she appeared. As always. Even wounded, even if she wasn’t constantly on his mind or among his priorities… Lito was always there when he fell. Why? Why, despite the distance he imposed, did she keep seeking him out? Protecting him. Risking herself. Pushing her life to the edge as if self-sacrifice weighed nothing on her. Never asking for anything in return.

For someone like him, someone who analyzes motives, who looks for benefits, who distrusts any selfless act, Lito was bewildering. An impossible enigma. Why did a being like her exist in a world as cruel as the one they shared?

🌿💙: Why are you making that face, Bambi? Did you forget what I told you? I am NEVER going to let you fall. As long as you’re in my heart… I’ll always protect you. . . . Screenshot from episode -?- of season 3 of Hazbin Hotel, 100% real, 1 Mega link (? I really LOVE this drawing, Lito looks beautiful, and Alastor, well… aside from the confused and traumatized expression on his face (? he always looks handsome. Who cares about a torn suit and a few wounds? A quick wash and back home >;3 THANK YOU SO MUCH for the ART! 💙✨

July 2025 Art. [Alastor x Andras] → [Their part of the AT] ← Here’s AT [Art Trade] number 41! Just a relaxed moment at the Hazbin Hotel! ;3

There’s nothing better than letting yourself sink into the hotel couch after a long day of work. That moment when you finally release the weight of the hours, stretch out, take a deep breath, light a cigarette, and feel your body finally relax without a single worry.

But you know what can make it even better? The right company! ;3💙 A gorgeous lady by your side, or a handsome gentleman giving you that look like you’re the only one in the room. You don’t need anything more to turn that simple break into something warmer and more intimate. No words, no grand gestures, just the presence of someone special to you, someone who can turn a casual moment into one that lingers with you long after the cigarette burns out… 🌹 Is it bad if I say I LOVE how this AT turned out? I love how I drew Alastor, I adore Andras’s design and how I drew her, and the background, uuff- I’m not great at designing, so I won’t take all the credit since it’s a recreation of the hotel, BUT I think it turned out pretty well >;3 I’m simply happy and proud of the result! ✨ ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

This beautiful and stunning lady is named Andras and belongs to Langska. Please go and give your love~ 😘 Langska Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/langska_ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/langska_/

[October 2025 Art] → [My part of the AT] ← This is the part of the AT that •DrawBlue• made of my OC Lito together with her "brother" Lucifer ;;/ 🌺💙 🍎🐍: Whether it’s the cruel past you left behind centuries ago, along with the name you abandoned, or the fear that devours you now in this darkness… I will always be here for you, my beloved little sister. Darkness has always been one of Lito’s deepest fears. In her ancient celestial home, that shadow took the form of a cruel fate imposed by her own creator, who left her bleeding out while her voice begged for mercy and forgiveness. In the human world, darkness disguised itself as envy: the kind born from a sister who couldn’t stand to see her shine and “take what belonged to her.” And in Hell, the darkness surrounding her is more subtle… more dangerous. A shadow that not only envelops her slowly, but consumes her from within, feeding on the “LOVE” she has to give. Love that others take from her without limit. Lito feels herself sinking slowly. She has learned to stay silent, to hide her fear, to let the darkness devour her as she smiles so no one notices how broken she is inside, giving happiness and support even as she quietly falls apart. And when that darkness finally becomes literal, when her inner shadows turn into a real abyss, Lito collapses into herself, unable to stand, unable to ask for help, unable to allow anyone to truly get close. But even in that state, even when she believes she has been forgotten, he is still there. Even if he doesn’t recognize her at first. Even if they have both changed so much that they can barely see each other the way they once did… Lucifer remains by her side. Her brother without blood ties, the first one who showed her what real, unconditional love felt like, stays there, making her feel safe and loved, even when the darkness tries to claim her once again.

“So then… my beloved Lito… why not simply take his hand and accept the truth? Those from whom you fear you won’t receive love… actually love you just the same…” . . . A gorgeous piece of art provided by my beloved friend. OH MY GOD, you have no idea how much I LOVE the way she draws, does anyone truly understand how insanely beautiful her drawings of Lucifer are??? AH! I adore her style so much! And my girl isn’t left behind either, she looks so cute! The whole scene is beautiful! THANK YOU SO MUCH for the ART! 💙✨

September 2025 Art. [Alastor x Blu] → [Their part of the AT] ← HOLY HEAVENS! We’ve reached AT number 40! And of course! Our beloved Alastor just had to be the protagonist, together with a cute and VERY sexy woman! 🔥

After so much bottled-up tension and pretending to ignore what they were feeling, it inevitably caught up to them. Alastor, of course, was the last to admit the obvious; but once he finally accepted what he felt for Blu, there was no turning back. And she didn’t waste a single second.

They were both shy at the beginning. Alastor was clearly the one trying the hardest to keep control, even while nervous… but after the first kiss and a few caresses, it became clear he had no idea how to continue. He had the intention, yes, but not the experience; he had never gone through anything like this before, and it showed.

That’s when Blu took the lead. She climbed on top of him and gently pushed him back. The following kisses, the soft bites, the clothing slowly sliding out of the way, and the praises she whispered between breaths left Alastor completely frozen. Not from discomfort or displeasure, but because of the new, intense, and unfamiliar feelings that Blu awakened in him… even without letting him take the lead. “It’s okay, darling… I’ll guide you… Just relax and let me take you.”

I won’t lie, drawing this was so much fun. How adorably sexy Blu turned out, and… god, EVERYTHING about Alastor, his pose, his body, his expression, GOOD LORD GIRL! You’re so lucky! I’m so jealous of you right now! 🔥

AT requested on Facebook. This gorgeous and sensual lady is Blu, DrawBlue’s “sona.” Please go and give your love~ 😘 ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-DrawBlue Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/blublu_awo123 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/blublu_awo123/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/drawbluenyomm

Art from September 2025. [Blitzø x Dexter // Helluva Boss OC]. Here’s AT [Art Trade] 39! Just a pair of chaotic little imps who somehow manage to find comfort in each other... 😈🐴: People are shit! HELLO?? We live in fucking Hell! Why is everyone acting like I’m the damn problem?! ⚠💥: BECAUSE YOU ARE, BLITZØ! And ‘living in Hell’ is the perfect, stupid excuse you use to justify who you are! Dexter stepped forward firmly, staring at him with a mix of anger, frustration, and exhausted compassion. ⚠💥: GOD, do you really think I can’t see you? You think you’re the best actor or something? HA… no. I can see right through you, ‘buddy’, through all your bullshit, the show, the performance, and every dumb decision you make just so you don’t have to stop and actually feel something. I know because I’ve been there. You’re owned by your trauma with Stolas. You’re owned by your fear of failure, of abandonment, of being left alone. That’s why you cling to that circus of insecurities you call employees. Go on! Deny it, scream at me, hit me, shoot me if you want, nothing’s going to change reality… And I know you’re scared. Scared of opening up, scared of being manipulated, betrayed, abandoned, scared of loving. But you’ve got to let go of that leash, Blitzø. That damn leash you put on yourself, before it chokes you and there’s no way back. Dexter’s voice dropped, losing its sharpness, revealing what he would normally hide from others. ⚠💥: I know what it feels like to have a shadow hanging over you… what it’s like to live running from yourself, running from an abyss you think you’re escaping, but only fall deeper and deeper into… But Blitzø, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you. So curse, scream, cry, do whatever you need. And when you’re done, when you’ve let everything out… I PROMISE you we’ll find a new way to move forward in our shitty lives. Together. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <- This chaotic yet strangely comforting little imp is named Dexter, and he belongs to Astronnix. Please go and give your love~ 😘 Astronnix Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/Astronnix Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/astronnix/ DA: https://www.deviantart.com/astronnix

Art from July 2025. [Loki // OC]. Here’s Art Trade 38! Just the crazy guy from downtown turned out to be real and not just a myth! D:

Everyone be careful! Damn it! I’m sure this lunatic set something on fire! OH-wait, was that an explosion?! Shoot! Everyone run, I wouldn’t be surprised if he burns us too! D'x Is that gasoline he’s carrying?! Stay away from me! AAH! 💥🔥

I admit I really enjoy drawing things related to fights, danger, chaos, or madness >:3! So it’s obvious that I LOVED making this drawing. I really hope I managed to capture the madness in this green-haired boy’s expression. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

This crazy, chaos-loving boy is named Loki and belongs to Astronnix. Please go and give your love~ 😘 Astronnix Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/Astronnix Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/astronnix/ DA: https://www.deviantart.com/astronnix

Art from November 2025. [Human Alastor x Andras // OC]. 🌙 Every day in New Orleans is another performance for Alastor. Though he loves the radio, the parties, and being the center of attention, even he cannot escape the gray days. Smiling, nodding, and laughing alongside those who secretly despise him. Whether out of jealousy for his talent or simple racism toward a mixed man. Becomes exhausting. False applause and prejudiced gazes weigh far more than they should.

Yes, there’s a certain satisfaction in silencing them… a sweet sense of vengeance and release. Yet even then, something inside him remains empty. Neither the justice he takes into his own hands nor the blood that washes away contempt can fill the hollow space the world left in his chest.

That’s why he longs to cross the threshold of his home, where the noise of the world fades along with the falseness of his mask. There, he finds her, his beloved. The woman who touches him without fear, who sees beyond the monster. In that space, there are no performances, no rehearsed laughter, no blood to clean. Only her… her warmth, her scent, and that dangerous sweetness that reminds him what sincerity feels like, and the certainty that, at last, he is worthy of being loved. 🌹

I’m sorry, but… how did Vivzie end up listening to the fans and removing Alastor’s mustache? 😭 Even though it did feel a bit weird seeing him with it at first, honestly, the mustache gave him such an amazing touch, it made him look more fitting for his era and the age he’s supposed to have.

BUT ANYWAY! Enough whining! >:'T I have to say I love how both characters turned out; they’re absolutely gorgeous. I adore the scene, it looks so intimate and romantic. Andras has such a beautiful design, and human Alastor… uff, I loved drawing him. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

Art from October 2025. [Hawks x Astro // OC]. Here’s AT [Art Trade] 37! Just a little break after a mission...

In a world where villains are taking over more and more of society, it’s hard for heroes to even breathe… That’s why the moments when Hawks can hold Astro in his arms and let his wings rest for a while mean so much.

He just needs a moment of calm with the fawn to regain his strength. Just a moment, that’s all, and the weight of his wings becomes lighter when he remembers why, and for whom, he keeps fighting. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

This sweet and serene boy is Astro, and he belongs to Astronnix. Please go and give your love~ 😘 Astronnix Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/Astronnix Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/astronnix/ DA: https://www.deviantart.com/astronnix

Art from July 2025. [Alastor VS Dexter // OC]. Here’s AT [Art Trade] 36! Alastor slammed Dexter’s head against the wall and, with venom in his voice, proceeded to say...

🎙🦌: “You’re nothing but the king’s pastime… a fragile, disposable toy... You don’t even shine enough to be a trophy. Lucifer will throw you away the moment his beloved wife returns. And yet! You strut around here with this ridiculous ‘confidence’… thinking this place belongs to you…”

“NO. It doesn’t belong to you, and YOU DON'T belong to this realm, human. You never will.” “So I suggest, for your own good, that you keep your head down and stay out of matters that don’t concern you... before what little patience I have left… runs out.”

⚠💥: “Ha… Funny you’d say it like that…” “You’re so upset over ‘a mere human’ that you talk as if you had some claim over Lucifer’s desires. You’re so offended that you don’t even realize how pathetic you sound right now… Or is this a confession of jealousy? Does it hurt that you’re not the one getting his attention? HA HA HA!…”

“Yeah… I bet you practiced this little performance in front of the mirror for hours, just to convince yourself that you’re doing it for the ‘honor of the king’… and not because you actually see me as a real threat… to you, BAMBI.” ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

This chaos- and conflict-loving man is Dexter, and he belongs to Astronnix. Please go and give your love~ 😘 Astronnix Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/Astronnix Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/astronnix/ DA: https://www.deviantart.com/astronnix

Art from July 2025. [Astro x Vox x Alastor // OC]. Here’s AT [Art Trade] 35! Just the wish of a fawn being claimed by ambition…

Their hands surround him, take his body, his voice, his eyes… his dreams. Vox and Alastor don’t pull him apart, they crave him, mold him, try to make him theirs. Both promise him power and control, but neither offers freedom. Astro is nothing more than an innocent child trapped between two chains, each one trying to tame his light in their own way.

They don’t care about him or his dreams; they would break him if it meant achieving their goals. Vox is the one who craves control the most, not over Astro, but over what he can do with his power. To him, the little fawn is a resource to be handled carefully, but in the end, just an object meant to serve.

Alastor, on the other hand, pretends to offer the freedom the boy longs for, but it’s just another form of manipulation. Maybe he doesn’t want to steal his power, but he would still exploit it for his own pleasure, for the chaos he so enjoys. Neither of them sees Astro as a person, but as a means to an end. And between their opposing desires, the little spark just tries not to fade. ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

This sweet and innocent fawn is Astro, and he belongs to Astronnix. Please go and give your love~ 😘 Astronnix Social Networks: Twitter [X]: https://x.com/Astronnix Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/astronnix/ DA: https://www.deviantart.com/astronnix

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