saintclaire
Lost Soul
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Post by saintclaire on Oct 12, 2012 18:34:08 GMT -5
The day is coming to an end. Damion finally sits down after his long day. He sits in the famous red chair. The book of the unforgiven on the nightstand next to him. A fire burns in the fireplace lighting the room. Damion waits for his father.
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Post by William Saint Claire on Oct 12, 2012 19:09:39 GMT -5
*The demon could smell the book. Its stench was heavy with the souls of the damned. He hungered for the book. With a leap he flew into the air, flying through the night like an owl as the souls screached behind him. he landed at the footsteps of the manor. It reaked of death. he grinned as he disapated into smoke sliding under the door and into the hall. The candles lit in the hallway as he passed by. He stopped and formed in the archway of the main room, as he stared at the book. He sees Damion sitting in the chair.*
I thought I would see you here...The book...give it to me.
*He steped forward, the shadows rolling off of him like a smog.*
I need them...i need them to destroy them...to kill them all. And you...you and I...we can rule over this world...no...this universe.
*he reached for the book*
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saintclaire
Lost Soul
Welcome to my Hell, Can you survive?
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Post by saintclaire on Oct 15, 2012 8:06:18 GMT -5
Damion quickly snatched the book. He stood up. William notices damion is exactly his height. The scar on his eye. His hair has changed from long and wavy to short and straight. The eyes those blue eyes damion once had are now black. He looks at his father. Studys him. Sees his aging. Sees the gray hairs poking out. The wear of pain on his face. Then damion speaks. . . . Me? You? The universe? No. . . To me your already dead. . You have no meaning in my life. . . I left because of you to find myself. I died in the process. . . But. . He pauses briefly. . I was brought back. . . My brother. . . Sacrificed his life for me. . He made me immortal. . And now look at you. Pathetic. . . Old. . . Tired. . . This book. The book that my family handed down from father to father is now mine. . . . Its time for you to let go. . . Your going to read that passage to transfer this responseibility to me. . . . If not. . .well you dont want to go there. . . Damion stands tall holds his ground. . Heartbeat steady. . . Waiting.
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Post by William Saint Claire on Oct 15, 2012 19:00:23 GMT -5
*he smirks as he studies damion*
Obviously you arent in the loop. Apparently you havent seen what has been happening, and obviously...you dont know your father...from the demons inside him. The fact of the matter is im not who you think I am...and your idle threats do not scare me.
*The room starts to rumble as his eyes brighten and the souls around him stir.*
Your father...is dead! I destroyed him! And if you dont hand me over what is mine...well...I guess your soul will be added to the collection. Now. How about that book...my offer runs out soon.
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saintclaire
Lost Soul
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Post by saintclaire on Oct 15, 2012 19:24:19 GMT -5
Damion looks at him then turns around and places the book on the end table behind him. . . He turns around and looks right into the eye of the demon. . So . . Your the one who killed my family. . My brother. . . My mother. . . You think you can take my soul. . HA! you must be joking. Your only a pathetic demon. You wouldn be able to kill me even if you wanted to. Damion turns around . . Raises his hand . . And a sword floats to him. . He throws it behind him letting the demon catch it. Damion raises his arms to his sides. He bows his head. . . . . He speaks slowly. . . If you think you can kill an immortal try. . .
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Post by William Saint Claire on Oct 16, 2012 23:50:36 GMT -5
*he throws the sword down*
Think...I already have...i killed your precious father and sent him to the 9th circle of hell. I dont need a sword to kill you...nor do i have the time to waste on something as weak as you.
*he raises his arm and the book begins to float.*
I dont need to do anything at all to have what is mine. Ill just take...when i please.
*he seemingly melts into a smog filling the room, swirling around damion and then ingulfing the book into a haze until its invisable. The room begins to shake and what looks like an army of demonic shadow druids walk up the hall and line the walls of the room, all facing damion.*
You see child...nothing is what it seems. Your reality is only a joke in my eyes, i am all that is darkness, and i will not stop until the light is gone, and this realm is nothing but a singularity of blackness.
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saintclaire
Lost Soul
Welcome to my Hell, Can you survive?
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Post by saintclaire on Oct 17, 2012 9:13:36 GMT -5
Damion watches as all this happens. He smiles. Looks around slowly. The army. The army he alone cast away into the shadows is now once again alive. All the soldiers he killed. The day he was brought back by his brother. He killed them all. He killed the reader of that book. And now. . . There back. For revenge? Possible. He shoves that thought away. He looks around some more. Notices all the faces everyone of them he seen before. Control he thinks. The demon controls their fate. He walks to a row of the soldiers walks by each one of them starts from the leader to the last private. Then walks back. None of them gave any reaction. No thought no emotion. Just waiting on a command. He turns to face the demon standing in front of him. . . He doesnt speak. But stares right into the eyes of the demon and waits.
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Post by William Saint Claire on Oct 18, 2012 17:54:38 GMT -5
*the voice booms in the room, as things fall from the walls onto the floor. The shadow army stands in position not moving an inch.*
Has the reality of your situation set in yet Damion? Have the faces of your past left any notion of doubt in your head? The universe lives as a loop. No matter what you do, there is only a continuance. You can slay down each one of us, one by one, but there is only a return. When death has no meaning to the dead, what will happen to the living? We offer you solice in the darkness, we offer you something you have yet to feel. Relief. Relief from the shadow that looms over you of your father. That shadow thats driven you to the brink of insanity. Join the shadows, and rule with us. Or continue this loosing battle. The choice...is yours.
*The voice disapates, the demon nearly disolves into nothingness, as his prescence is felt no more. The shadow army, stands silently in wait of his decision.*
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