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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:41 pm
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"Well, that must be the demon that I left to kill you because I'm impatient, and the fact that you know how all this happened shows: You sir, are a stalker," he said bluntly, chuckling slightly a few times. He took the blade from his back that he had taken from his father, the large b*****d sword with a width of the buster sword. The vines on the blade immediately wrapping around his arm, constricting his right arm while his left arm was moving to hook his staff to his side. The constricting was tight, but oddly didn't hurt and seemed to form into his skin, making the blade like his hand. It was surprisingly light to be 8 inches wide, 1 inch thick, and with a 4.5 foot blade length. The hilt was another foot putting the top at the top of Defaeco's chest.
He brought the blade around his back, then bringing it around while he broke into a run. He swung it horizontally, about to lose his balance when he stumbled slightly. He wasn't used to such a weapon.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:30 pm
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"Quite wrong actually. They are things that are just obstacles. They will all become a part of my new United Kingdom, a part of the society I will create ruled under fear. As of now, everything in this forest is part of my people, my people that will die, whilst I live on, as the immortal god. This greenery will die off, along with people, and you, are just things I cannot see while I rule over, and death continues on. For I am a god, and this forest is worthless. What I see: nothing, which is wha this forest is."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:47 pm
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"That is where you are wrong. Through chaos, I gain interest and happiness, a chaotic happiness. You are the one without the largest realization... You trained a god!" he screamed into the air. He placed the blade on his back, swinging The Purifier into both hands, pointing it into the sky and slamming the staff into the ground. A bright light seemed to overcome him, flashing a sign of six, golden angelic wings, with heavy golden plated armor, a heavy helm showing just his golden eyes, that seemed to glow. But, even with the look of an angel, there was an evil sense to it. A sense of discord, a sense of great power and evil. The flash would seem to last forever, the evil eyes covering up the maniacal laughter emanating from his mouth. The flash of angelic discord ended in less than a second and he was laughing into the sky as the ground under him seemed to be drained of it's elements into his staff turning into... was it light? Or was it something else? The ground under him was a desolate grey, a cracked earth, one that lacked of any life.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:59 pm
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