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The game begins and we all raise our cards. Azael looks at his and mine and smiles. But these are not normal poker cards. 

The player on the right starts, and when it's our turn Azael throws my card. When it is the turn of the player to our left, he rolls an even number and leaves a thousand dollars on the table, the right amount to start betting.

-Shit- Azael whispers with an amused expression. But he seems to take it personally and leaves another two hundred dollars.

Azael looks at me, licks his lips, and leans back in his chair. 

The game continues to advance and one of the players challenges another to fight the strongest man in the room. Luckily no one gets too hurt, so we keep playing. Notes and coins are piling up on the table, and I have already lost count of how much money there may be. On another occasion, Azael challenges the boy at the entrance (who keeps watching us) to leave double the money on the table above it, and he does, but