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| Aenarion | Apr 30 2008, 07:47 AM Post #1 |
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He fingered the blade, Executioner, the edge, the razor sharp spikes potruding from the blade. He had done this so many times that blood had already started dripping from his elbow. This body had morphed, now, Amaz had seen to it. His skin was darker, yet paler. The many scars on his body stood out even more so now. His eyes had gone completely dark. Still, though, the transformation was far from complete. Small spines potruded from his back, and robe. They would grow out. Amaz no longer saw this body as weak, but developing. He had even changed the weapons. Voidstrike was no more, niether was the giant mace. Instead, a much more conventional curved blade with saw-like edges existed. He had drawn blood from himself, blood to aid in the changing of his body. He had grown much skinnier, lack of food did that, he hardly ate, only eating enough to sustain this body of his. In the matter of fact, he was stooped, and actually looked lanky. His skin was veiny, it looked almost like he had lost all of his athleticism, almost. He drew in a deep breath, his once white robe soiled by the journey, dirty. He hadn't changed, he didn't feel the need to bother with the simple cloth. The only reason he did wear it was the dislike of attracting constant mortal attention. His hair was cut, now going down to his eyebrows. The sky was clouded, but not dark, however, little light pierced the sky, the few beams that did were infrequent, and not long lived. No storm was coming, not in a literal sense at least. The only thought that constantly raced through this mind of Anaz was the inability to kill the mortal girl. It was his own arrogance, but he did not want to admit it, it seemed that he would get the chance again, soon. For now, however, he stood on the very edge of a cliff that curved inwardly, peaking where he was, looking over it into a valley of trees. Ah, how this day would turn out. ------------- Aenarions ability to move more fluently did not diminish, however, his distance in sanity from the sanity in his body was rapidly decreasing. He was strong minded and strong willed, however, his thoughts were accompanied with more rage, hatred, and other negative emotions. He truely wanted this miserable life to end once and for all. It was tiring, and maddening to be in this state of existance. With his thoughts becoming less independent, and being more merged with the demon by the day. He'd developed a hatred for everything in sight, including himself, he swore that if he ever got out of this ethereal realm, he'd simply end it all. His mind was opressed and depressed at the same time. No longer did he wrench and thrash against the bonds that held him in place. He welcomed it, as if it were a hand helping to pick him up, rather than another clump of dirt over his grave. It wouldn't be long now. |
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| Mira | May 4 2008, 05:47 AM Post #2 |
I don't know if life is greater than death but love was more than either
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The trees were swaying softly in the breeze, and the sky above looked menacing. A girl wandered through the trees, darting in and out of shadow. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, but a few strands escaped and drifted into her unique violet eyes. With an agitated motion of her hand, she brushed the nonconforming locks out of her eyesight. Today wasn’t the day to have issues seeing anything. Mira had been tracking Aenarion for a long time now, her steps dogged with weariness and pain. Her heart had bled for him, and, like a broken mirror, had shattered when he had tried to kill her. Nothing had been harder in her life than his treachery. She had lived through a lot and she could do it again, but it got harder when your emotions had been involved…and hers had tumbled into this mess head first. Even though he was so changed in his actions, she was still in love with him, and her love only grew from the desire to return him to normal. But, she was prepared to kill him if she absolutely had to – not what she wanted to do. And, in reverse, if she was able to save him, she was also willing to let him go and find his own life. It would be hard, but when you love something, the hardest part is letting go, and she was prepared (thought not going to enjoy) letting him go. The girl’s eyes darted around, and she rubbed the back of her left hand idly. A long, jagged scar on the skin reminded her of why she was here and why she was doing this. Her hand had been badly broken, along with her staff, which she had replaced. It sat now on her back, snugly fitting where the old on had. This time, though, she also carried her crystal stave, which was far stronger than the wooden one, and just as easy to handle. The girl was wearing a set of clothing an elf had given her, and the cloth was more than just cloth…it was slightly protective. The fabric had ridges and flex to them, which made it better to move in and easier to deflect the blows of others. It was red and black, and matched her mood, dark and vibrant, angry and calm, dangerous and seductive. With a slight sigh, she continued on her way, a feeling of unease creeping over her slow, then faster and faster, until it was almost a tangible feeling in the air, like she could reach out and touch the fear and insecurity with her fingers. Still, she continued on her way, looking back over her shoulder every now and then to see who or what was following her. |
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| Aenarion | May 4 2008, 06:59 AM Post #3 |
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Calmly, Amaz sheathed the sword he helped in forging, and drew the bow Aenarion carried. He took an arrow, knocked it, and looked far down at the trees far below him. Had he seen a person down there? He wondered, not that he would be able to hit him or her from this distance. He was, afterall well beyond striking distance, and if he had jumped down, he wouldn't doubt that broken bones would occur. He sniffed the air, he did smell humanoids, not necessarily a poor smell, but to him, it was the smell of soft flesh. However, he would not have been able to smell a person down there from all the way up here. Especially not with all of the trees and other animals even closer. His back was perhaps 30-40 meters from the tree line, though, the cliff having only rocks and dirt on it. There was nothing to grab if he fell down, he knew, but the feeling of being literally inches from plummeting to his death was overpowering. With the way the cliff curved inwards, he would certainly die if he did not react quick enough. The breeze carried the scent of human to him again, this time behind him, probably 50 or 60 meters. He turned swiftly and brought his bow to bare. He did not bother with words, for, a feeling within' the daemon told him what, or, rather who stalked him. Drawing the arrow back as far as it would go without the bowstring snapping, he pointed it at the areas in the trees which someone would most likely come from. THIS, was well within' firing distance, his bow being able to fire at about two hundred meters from a target with any sort of damage. Amaz slowed his breathing, which had quickened with the incoming threat, and waited. --------------- Aenarion caught the same scent the daemon got, his senses only the same as the daemons. In the ethereal realm, however, he stood five feet diagnal from his body, however, he did not turn with him. He gazed out over the horizon unworried, weariness drawing on his eyes, this world of restlessness was not where he belonged. He belonged in his own body, which was now mutated and under the control of someone else. Then again, had he not done this same thing, in a way, to retrieve this body? Sure, he had been unaware of the process, it having been entirely controlled by Archaon in us flight from the shadow realm. Deep down inside, Aenarion wondered if anyone remembered him, inside, he wondered if anyone knew he was missing. What did Mira think? Did she think that he had been playing her the whole time in the cruelest attempt to kill her? These thoughts, accompanied by the growing sense of foreboding, pulled him deeper into the pool of an unhinged mind. |
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| Mira | May 11 2008, 06:34 AM Post #4 |
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Mira ran her hands over her smooth hair, fingertips brushing over the tips of her ears. She smiled softly to herself as she did, noticing the slight point in them. It was odd, for the simple fact that she thought that she was a full blood human…apparently she was wrong. When she went to the elf lands, a she-elf there had seen her and recognized a face in Mira’s…the face of a young she-elf that had disappeared many years before. The story was spilled out of how Mira’s mother had been abducted and sold to a human, who married her. Mira had been born, and then her family killed a few years later. The girl was used and abused until a few years back, when she had taken her life into her own hands. Love had found her, but then it left, and the love and soft side in her heart withered – until she met an elf. That was another path she didn’t want to remember. All her thoughts now should be bent on finding a way to get that elf back, but how? With slow and trepid steps, Mira stopped, and looked around. Her violet eyes darted back and forth through the shadows, keeping an eye on the landscape. Something was wrong, and she didn’t know what. No birds sang, and the wind was barely blowing. It was strange, and she shivered slightly at the feeling of unease and dread that kept growing over her. Something told her not to move on, but it also told her not to stay either. It wasn’t a good feeling to have, and, with a slow, graceful movement, she crouched down, pulling her staff out as she did. With a firm grip, she held it in her right hand, and she stretched her leg out to the right, creeping her body out over the ground like a spider. She hid in the cover of a bush and looked around, before scooting close to a tree. She leaned her back against the bark of the tree and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds around her. Nothing struck her as odd, but she didn’t feel right about any of it. |
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| Aenarion | May 15 2008, 05:12 PM Post #5 |
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Amaz caught a faint movement in the trees nearby, and released his arrow, unaware of the distance. He knocked another and waited. Another faint movement, another shot. He did so until the creature came into sight. It was Mira, she had come to him, rather than him having to hunt her down. "What a kind thing to do." He said outloud, his voice in a different tone and pitch than his normal self. He hooked the bow back onto his back and dropped the quiver of arrows. "Your going to allow me to just end it, right? That's why you came, correct?" Amaz asked rheotorically, using it as a cover to muster enough magic to blow her away. There was no way she could escape him now, not if he destroyed all of the trees and her together. There could be no escape. He looked sternly at her, his eyes narrowing as his magic grew. There his sword was, the one she had stolen. "Will you be so kind as to return my sword to me?" He said, reaching out, using that, also, as a cover to slip the magic from his body into a focused area. Soon, his will would spit enough magic to make sure she never trifled with him again. OOC: Sorry for the mangy post, couldn't think of anything else. |
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| Mira | May 18 2008, 09:01 AM Post #6 |
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A soft zing alerted Mira, and her now-keen hearing noted the sound. Her body twitched, as if rehearsed, and the arrow that had been shot at her body zipped past her lithe form. As if in slow motion, she watched it slide past her, and she turned, looking up at the place where it had come from, avoiding the second not so easy; it scraped past her arm and sliced through the skin, drawing blood. A creature was standing on top of the bluff right above her, and she squinted at it, trying to figure out who – or what – it was. With a sharp breath in, she realized who he was. Aenarion. She eyed him dangerously, her hand falling to rest on the sword at her side. This shadow of his former self was a hideous and disfigured creature, hatred and anger burning in his eyes and the evil literally coating the very words he spoke. She chuckled, feeling the urge to play his game, but in a trickier and craftier way. ”What, are you just going to stand there and make threats and just kill me like that? Why not come down here and fight me like a man?” She intended to anger him with that statement, and she certainly hoped that it would. Mira wanted to end this once and for all. |
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| Aenarion | May 18 2008, 12:11 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: This post is not an outward view on things as I normally have it, but his view. "You are a fool. I am no "man" you speak of, I am demon, I am above any senseless mortal, such as you." I said, sharply. Releasing my will to smite the ground in Mira's area. Trees were obliterated in it's wake, the ground shook from the power. Indeed, it was overkill to say the least. She was disentigrated by my awesome power, crushed by the magnitude of a force she could not have fathomed. No, I am no man, I am near godly. What puny energies she could have had, be it life or magic, were certainly crushed by this spell. I watched, even now, as trees splinter, and over fifty yards of nature is diminished by my will alone. No, I am not tired by this, my body has adapted to these enhanced energies. Even now my insane, suppressed hostage writhes within' me, ready to be digested in the genetic soup of his own body. Insanity clutches him, just as complete understanding does with me. What fool would dare oppose me, an object of impossible standards? Once again, I gaze upon the super heated plain which I reaped. No sign of the woman of flesh indeed, her body would make good fertilizer for my garden of destruction, and it's outward growth. The crater far below me, once grass, and "beauty" is now rock and dirt, with perhaps a few human particles. If a human could grow from the mud, this was certainly the perfect example. It is a suprise, however, that I continue to stand on this edge, the ground having cracked and shook in the power of my destruction. Now, with Mira gone, and my oath proven, I can move on to sow the seeds of destruction upon the lands of Avalon. No soul, sane or not, can stand in my way. ------------------- Aenarion flinched visibly, looking down upon the forest where the woman he loved was certainly destroyed. He watched, briefly, as the leaves were consumed in fire and spread the explosion. Even outside of the main energies, trees were blown into eachother, rock carried into them, breaking them in half and away from their roots. He felt his hand, clutched in reality, begin to slip a little at this show. He could have sworn, for a second, that he had seen a butterfly ripped to shreds by the energies, crushed into nothingness. Had the same fate become of Mira? Was it painful? Did she even know what was happening. He felt his ability to stand, even in this realm of etherium, fail him, and he fell to his knees. Nausea that could not be acted upon grasped him, it sickened him to know that this beast had destroyed the last rock which he stood on. Yet.. He had no strength to fight it with. |
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| Mira | May 20 2008, 10:33 AM Post #8 |
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The blast of energy that came from the being on the cliff surged past her body with a terrible force, and she crouched down, closing her eyes, as if afraid to see the death she was facing. A deafening roar, then nothing. No sounds, no pain, no rush, nothing. With a timid movement, Mira opened her eyes, trying to decide if she was alive or dead. Nothing looked right….there was ash covering everything and making it hard to breathe. She assumed what she was doing was breathing, at least. Slowly, Mira stood up and looked around, shaking her arms and head, rubbing her hand over her hair in an attempt to get the soot off of her body. It fell in a soft snowfall around her feet and only added to the already black and grey landscape. No, she wasn’t dead…. But how could that be? With a small glimmer of hope in her heart, Mira began to realize that she wasn’t just an elf like the woman had feared…..she was immortal like them, and her physical changes weren’t just an illusion…she really did have elven blood in her veins. The girl stood tall and looked around, hand still resting on Aenarion’s sword. |
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| Aenarion | May 23 2008, 10:05 AM Post #9 |
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Amaz glared down at her body, materialising from the smoke. He jumped off the cliff, it was just far enough to where it would have broken his legs without the help from his magic, which put him on his feet as he touched ground. "Mira." He said, reprimandingly, not drawing one of the many weapons on his belt but advancing. Aenarion had been exceptional at sword fighting, but he was a master at hand-to-hand. With swords, he got injured a lot more often, and it stained clothing. With fists and feet? The possibilities were endless... Amaz stepped into the void, which had now become almost as fond of the daemon as it had Aenarion. The air sizzled around the fist which had let loose the prior energy, enough to destroy a village. Yet, it hadn't been able to harm this woman, his hand itched to feel her bones snap under his strength. However, he knew to be cautious, she had come out of a spell that would have normally killed her unscathed. Perhaps it was some kind of magic. Perhaps it was a one time usage. More likely then not, however, it had been used. Now, though, Amaz didn't have time to gather that energy. Once again, he slipped into the normal world, in front of her, to a point where her blade would be useless. His fist, already lifted, began to come down in an effort to crush her skull. ------------------------- Aenarion was astonished, it shocked him from the core of his body that she had survived. He had already let slip any grasp on sanity he used to hold. Now, one last rock kept him up in a turbulent river that threatened to carry him into the chasm below. That was, of course, the future. What future could he have with Mira if he held on? What kind of things could he do in the future? What would he learn in the future? How long into the future will he live? So many questions, unanswered, were what kept him from disentigrating into the DNA in which he once thrived. |
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| Mira | May 25 2008, 02:06 PM Post #10 |
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With a startled look around, Mira watched Aenarion walk toward her after jumping off the cliff face, then disappear into that damned void. It irked her that he used such a spell. With a careful, but quick, thought, Mira stepped forward, knowing that he seemed to favor being right in her face when he appeared from the void. Instead of appearing before her, as he had planned, she would be behind him, and in a much better position to protect herself from his attack. It proved wise that she did so, for when she turned round, Aen was bringing his fist down right on the spot where her head had been. With a slight smirk, Mira drew the sword (her movements were far faster now, she noticed with glee) and brought it in an arc, to her right, up, and down towards Aenarion’s back. Her goal was to slice his backbone in two, but whether or not she had the strength to do that was another matter entirely. It didn’t even cross her mind that this wasn’t Aenarion…all she knew was that this being had to die for the good of others, and even if it broke her heart in the process, she would have to do it. No one else would stand up to him… |
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| Aenarion | May 25 2008, 04:34 PM Post #11 |
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His body went bezerk in the spin, hearing her outward breath as he had come from the void. By he time he had made half of his turn, he began to hear her blade draw. His jaw went slack as he watched the blade rebound off of his armor. He would have died if the mortal creation had not guarded him. He grinned at her, his eyes locking with hers. "You will need to try far harder than that to destroy me." Aenarions body said, with a voice from another plain mixing in with his own. He drew the Executioner, and swung it at her. Immediatly, the winds of the blade struck outward from him, like a shockwave that didn't move anything, but merely rended. These were the rending winds, winds meant to rip and tear through the body of foes. He drew the blade back the instant after it would have passed through her body, and swung again. It appeared it was in his full intention to slice her to pieces. |
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| Mira | May 28 2008, 05:01 AM Post #12 |
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Mira cried out in frustration and the effort used to place her throw so hard and so powerfully onto the armor. She had missed it somehow, and it angered her that she had. It was such a trifle, but still, it impeded her goal. No need to worry though…she could and would find a way around it. Aenarion was swinging his own blade at her dangerously, aiming to slice her to pieces, but pulling back just in time to not actually hit her. However, despite the lack of the blade meeting with her skin, there was magic at work, a wind that was trying to slice and sliver her into shreds. It was hard to avoid this attack, for it was fast and hard. She ducked down, letting the first wave rush over her without touching her. The second, however, was a bit harder to get past, and she was hit, yet again. Blood streamed from her right side, and a gash in her flesh burned with pain. Crying out, Mira stumbled back, sheathing she sword. Her hand and wrist was covered in blood. With a sharp look at Aen, Mira drew her fighting staff, stepped forward, dropped to her knees, and stuck her staff into the ground. She kicked herself forward using the balls of her feet to propel her around the staff, and toward Aen with power. She was aiming to take him to his knees, then…then she had no clue. This was getting old, and she was tired of having to fight with the man she loved, but what else could she do?? |
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| Aenarion | May 29 2008, 07:48 AM Post #13 |
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Amaz scowled as she ducked, bringing his knee up to meet her jaw after taking a step foreward. Instead, it hit air as she swung around on her stick of metal and struck him in the legs, taking them out from under him. Face down in the ash of his former spell, he grunted, very much annoyed. He began to stand, only to be taken in the forehead by the staff, knocking him over and onto his back. His head felt like it would burst from pain and he thought he'd lose conciousness. Not this time, though. This time, he'd perform his duties the way his master would have wanted him to. He grinned and touched the void, as if it were a nearby curtain. He looked up at her and, in a non-literal sense, yanked that curtain. The world around them grew dark, as if all light had been sucked from it. The void, not knowing this place or the people in it, struck out. Instantly, Amaz felt it's cool embrace as it destroyed everything around him, but him. The ash disappeared, as did the ground beneath them, it seemed as if, for that moment, the world would be consumed. Without pain, he stood once more, the void having been given an order - Destroy everything but him... -------------------------------- Aenarion winced as Miras blood was drawn by the spell he had helped create in that sword. When the world went dark, he too, felt the embrace of the void. It's soothing waters made him feel comforted, as if he were in the arms of his mother again. It was a sensation he had experienced thousands of times, this spell though? It was unfamiliar to him. All around him, things were obliterated, he knew that even if this was put to an end, the area would be scarred. The void was an unforgiving thing, and it would not forgive the world for coming in contact with it. He looked at Mira pleadingly, having not wanted it to ever come to this. |
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| Mira | Jun 1 2008, 02:29 PM Post #14 |
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Mira managed to duck the strike to her jaw, and her kick for Aen’s legs met its target with surprising force. He landed with a sharp crack. Standing up quickly, Mira looked down at the man at her feet; he grinned up at her evilly, and she panicked slightly inside. She wasn’t used to this kind of a fight, nor this kind of emotional struggle, and the being that stared up at her now was no longer Aenarion, but something totally different, something in his body and not his own spirit. It was a disgusting and terrifying thing, and it made Mira wonder if she was next in this cruel game of ‘Let’s switch good people with bad spirits’. As the world around her suddenly rippled with an inky, think blackness, Mira closed her eyes momentarily. She took a breath, then looked down at Aen once more, only to find his face terrifyingly close to her own. He wasn’t laying down before her now…he was back up and ready to rock and roll once more. The girl sheathed her staff, and crouched down. With a powerful thrust of her legs, she jumped up, aimed the heel of her right foot for directly under Aen’s chin, and twisted her back so she was doing a back-flip onto her hands. She wanted to get out of his striking range as quickly as possible, but how was another matter altogether. Her bloodstained skin ripped slightly when she moved, causing more blood to flow, adding to her current amount of pain. Not that she couldn’t handle it…she just had a hard time getting this messy job done without having to wonder if her body was going to rip itself to shreds while she was doing it. |
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| Aenarion | Jun 1 2008, 10:46 PM Post #15 |
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As she shot out towards him, he wondered, did she really think she could strike him in this realm the way she had before? How foolish, did she even know the land wasn't Avalon any longer? Deep down, he cared slightly if she died or not. Afterall, this little game did have it's perks, it gave him a reason to be sidetracked from doing other things. Sadly, though, it had to end and one of them would have to win it also. He sidestepped her kick, bringing his own up under her back. That was the problem with flying through air, you couldn't do a damn thing else until you touched ground. His kick was meant to do a lot, break her back being one of them. Afterall, if her lower spine broke, she would be unable to move her legs and run. After that? It would be all too easy to just leave her there. How would she get to a place without her legs? Not only that, though, but there WAS the void, was it possible for a mortal like her to escape it? He wondered with a grin as his kick peaked, and then brought his foot down. The void around them was so great, for her, it probably felt heavy, but for him? Light as a feather, in the matter of fact, he couldn't even feel his weight. The perfect temperature embraced him in this place, both warm and cool, it was almost like swimming, really. That was the paradox of this place, though, there was no up or down or solid ground. It was all in what you believed. This would be a hell hole until she figured that out, though. Much more than that, though, but he was in the place his magic originated from. It was all but unlimited here, what other magic could possibly ripple through this place if not itself? Was it even considered magic here? Amaz thought, wondering why he questioned everything so much. It could be that everything was so different once he left his home dimension. Deep down, though, there was always that part of him that missed his home. "Mira, just lay your head down and rest. I assure you that this wont go any better for you if you stay awake anyway. But to each his or her own, correct? Or perhaps you could join your loved one in nonexistance?" He questioned her, while amused, he was getting tired of the silence. ------------ Aenarion watched on, glad that the void did not have the effect he had thought it would on Mira. The secret to this place was that there was no secret, it could be your nightmare or your wildest dream. He wanted to speak to her again, he found himself longing to touch her skin and embrace her. Once again, he began to rail on the bonds that held him away from his body once again. This time, though, they broke easily. They had no power in this realm, but he knew that outside they would return again. He did not appear corporial again, or in sight of Mira, but he knew Amaz could see him. Amaz started slightly, though not amazed at this clearly. Evidently the demon knew that he could not harm him in any way. But he could talk to him. "Amaz, you WILL die someday, be it sooner or later. And I assure you, I can escape death, you my friend? You wont need to, for I will tear the fabric of your existance away." Amaz laughed, and turned back to his fight with the woman he loved. |
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