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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 3:12:43 GMT -5
"What the..." Daemon mutters as he wakes up on the side walk. He looks around him, his black scythe beside him, the necklace that gave him his powers on him, and pavement under him. He wondered why his rebellious act to not follow his commands to kill Dee-yan had condemned him to such a banal place. All he saw was the never ending road.
Where am I? Wow, great, another humdrum in my life, well, death.
Daemon pushes himself up from the floor, picks up his scythe, and walks toward the city sign in front of him. Animus, it said.
To him, there was no other choice but to take refuge in this place, unknown to him. He removed his cloak, tied it to his waist as his blade-like-wings sprouted out of his back. He flew forward.
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