| Subject: Tis sad...fate... |
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Kiasin
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Date Posted: 06:07:38 01/28/03 Tue
Days....
Ages....years...eons......
Time simply had no meaning for the young boy, covered in his own ichor and blood, the stench of iron flooding thru his ignorant senses as he knew nothing of this, his struggle, epic at that, taking him to a darkness within his mind to comfort him from the sheer ludicrus amount of taint that simply grew in proximity to him..like a radiant emerald aura of flith...
Shortly after the fight..he collapsed...his body takin itself to a mortal injury..as slowly..in rending agony..he was dying...visions pouring thru his head as his thin pulse started to become strong...filled with music and voices...malice and hate...his soul simply shivering in fear...
Your...the messiah.....waiting...shining.....on the endless night....release...all your desires...
His soul screamed at the possession, but he was a nothing..insignificant. A man watching a film and powerless to change what happens upon the screen, even as it the film ripped him asundered, the Forgotten blood now a clear rebel to the Saiya-Jin, shredding the other..purging it..a crusade of blood.
First and the Last.....You wish to live...your too weak...You shouldve been faster....Salvation....comes from the powers of the Gods!
ANGEL!
He screamed out in the night, even as his training against Forbiddion returned...yet only one of the teachers remained...and he grinned at his mastery at this game, the ember eyes suddenly bright iradescent shards of radiance..he couldn't bare it...
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Else where, within the hut of Raken Saiyan...the only sound was a long..uninterupted beep...as final...as death.
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The boy, Kiasin, slowly started to sit upwards, his pale white skin shining with a alabaster glow, each muscle twitching in the perfection of his body, as the gruesome wounds upon his shell slowly close up, knitting themself to where only a hint of a scar would appear....completly naked(Please put money in hand),as his mane of silver rained upon his skin, his skin slowly darkening..as if his own shell was so corrupted it would not be the purity of white...black velvet wings stretching outwards to the eternity of the cosmos in homage...or in vanity. Each feather reflecting a certain doom upon the world, a secret....dark....promise....slowly floating upward toward the heavens...where he belongs...as he slowly flies off toward the moon, even as that astrological beauty suddenly turn blood ember...like the eye...of Dru'Riden.
Feel my presence world...feel your folly father..and feel the puritfication of this world
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