*you see they look like cuts made by the only black steel demon sword in existence*
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Hmm...these are odd *feels the scar and gets shocked by it* Yup it left an aura behind
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What?
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Nothing...now I'm not completely certain but was the wound inflicted by a demon sword? *pulls a vial of clear liquid out of my pocket*
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What?
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Was something...evil about the weapon?
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An undead was using it....but he was killing demons with it....
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Then the demon souls possessed the blade..this might sting *drips the fluid onto the scars and there's a brief stinging as it evaporates*
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*he grits his death* I know the undead.
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Really...did the undead use the weapon on you? *closes the vial and gently rubs the scars until the stinging stops*
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His friend bumped into me with a gun in his hand so I killed his friend then he attacked me....
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Oh...are you alright? *looks at my hands observing the severe burns on them*
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Yeah...yeah I'm fine...
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Even emotionally? *closes my hands and places them in my pockets*
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Edited by Troop-8: 10/11/2015 12:39:59 AMWell the undead was one of my few friends....so barley....*a man in knight armor pushes you to the side and punches rex*
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*draws my katana and extends some metal threads from my sleeve* You have 30 seconds to get away from him before I execute you
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*says in a deep demon voice* you can't execute what's already been executed.
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This blade was forged from the scythe of death guaranteeing your death is permanent *grabs the handle with both hands and dashes forward to impale the undead*
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*he side steps and hits you in the head with the butt of his sword* death owes me a couple favors.
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*wraps several of the unbreakable threads to his weapon with a flick of my wrist and pulls the threads tight* I've known him since the beginning of time and I'm sure he's pretty embarrassed about letting you live for so long
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But he's not the reasons I'm still here.*the sword turns into a dagger and falls out of the threads and he catches it and it turns back into a long sword*
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Then who allowed you to roam this plane of existence? *reels in the threads and attempts to slice his hand*
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*it clangs again mat his armor* a curse from an angel.
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*the scratch on his armor from my blade begins to rust* Why would they curse you like this? *sheathes the katana and pulls out 2 small spiked maces*
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*he stops and puts his blade on his back and stands* that's why I've been trying to figure out for 100 years.
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*tosses the maces on the ground and they shatter like glass* What did you do that would be considered a sin?