| Subject: Child of the Damned |
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Mateo
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Date Posted: 11:34:56 10/03/02 Thu
In reply to:
Naisa Satori
's message, "Perceptions Changing" on 19:20:51 10/01/02 Tue
Flames seered from an unknown town, drenched in the smell of death.
The town is only to be known as a hidden town of Forgottens...rejected from society and hidden away. Mediocre forgottens with little power...enough to defend themselves, but not like the defenders of the Earth.
Within the middle of the town, is Mateo and Naisa, shades by the night, and glowing by the flames.
He walks, blue baggy pants tucked into boots, silver muscle shirt tucked into his pants, and a black, sleevless and slightly torn and the bottom trench coat. His Demon Blade being hold by his right hand, and the blade rested on his shoulders...the small amount of blood on the blade was only remains, as the sword burns the blood of it's victim's off of itself.
"The sword is cool, Naisa...but us together...we're unstoppable."
An elder lady forgotten is only the floor...injured. She reaches towards Mateo's leg from the floor.
OLD LADY FORGOTTEN
"Please..." *cough* "My...family..."
He looks down at her with a sarcastic sorrow look.
"Don't worry...I care about your life and the life of everyone else in this village..."
He lifts his sword and points it horizontally towards her back, held from his hand, only to simply ram it down into her back...the blood of the Forgotten God embedded into the sword literally deteriorating the wound that surrounds it. He lift's the sword up.
"I care enough to know that your life is worth alot of money to us."
He looks towards his sister, "Hey, Sis...I have an idea. Let's cause an uproar. If they fight among themselves...it makes it easier for us..."
He turns to the town, a few Forgotten villagers remain alive.
"Forgottens! Know this!"
He grins as he makes his announcement, knowing that the energy that radiates from their weapons will fool them completly.
"You feel the energy of your own God attacking you! This is not false! We are the Horse Men of the Apocolypse of your kind! Your GOD has commanded us to purge the world from their mistake...YOU! Let it be known! The Goddess Zenra desires you all to no longer excist!"
His yelling stops, he turns to his sister, "Too dramatic...?"
He smirks slightly...mentally readying himself for their next move.
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