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Date Posted: 05:33:43 07/31/02 Wed
Where is it?! Goddamnit....
A streak of nothingness passed over a peaceful community , a village IF it could be called that, cookfires rising upward like ghosts of fingers, reaching toward the heavens...as if calling him?
Diverison...So I may think clearly...after all..I must not let people wait for an answer from above...
The Air crackled with kinetic energy as the sudden change of direction, leaving the villagers, ignorant folk with not a care in the world, bewildered by the sudden ball of light where the well once stood...approaching it carefully after the first five minutes...
" Well what tha hell ist it? " muttered one, the bravest one as the others drew upon his courage.
" I dunno Clyde...maybe it's a fallin star? " a friend replied....as they continued to advance....
Fools...
A boy slowly emerged as a shadow admist the dazzling light, stepping outwards as he gazed upon the sudden villagers bowing down at the boy Angel. He grinned at the thought of their worship...a pervsion of a angel is what he truly was...Long black wings..even for a child's height. Deep midnight skin...ember eyes with a hint of purple...slim wiry body...naked for a brief moment until the air flinches in agony, forming clothing of his usual type...
" I am God, And I have come to you..my faithful followers to deliver a message. " the child said..barely...but his voice echoed out as thunder.
Admists the all hail god, and other such titles of granduer...a old man, clothed in brown raggy clothes...proceeded up front.
" We are honest followers of God...what glorious message do you bring us? " he said...starting to chant some ancient hymn...
I bring you ...and the rest of your village...
A expertise move..a flick of the wrist, his dagger Oblivion's Charge, was in his hand, gleaming with bloodlust and a dark fury matching the one wielding it....as the boy was all flash and twirl, a blade dancer...dancing admist fountains of blood red velvet as flesh was torn...chest pierced, stomach slashed...blood starting to drip from the serrerated blade as after a few hours...his new worshipers are dead....
That was quiet fun..Thought I was out of touch with myself..almost scared me...waiiiittt...
He looked to the right, into a small cabin, where at least thirty small bodies pressed against each other in fear...
Children..hehe...they must have heard their parents...wouldn't want them to be seperated....
He padded slowly over to the building...a evil grin slowly appearing on his face, his blood a rich wine , intoxicating him with his bloodlust.
After this...I must find my other dagger...or there will be hell to pay.
The screams..two distinct ones ....pleasure and pain, echo outward as he took his sweet time, only a shadow of a demon within the candle light hinting toward the outcome.
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