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As the demon flames died and the pentagram stopped glowing, a black cloaked figure rose slowly from a dark liquid- Blood?- splattered all over the floor. His eyes were shut, his skin was a grayish white, and his hair was a bright red. Once standing, he threw his arms out in both directions, and slowly brought his head to look to the ceiling. Amethyst eyes opened, and he laughed. "Thank you, Skye." Esan chuckled darkly, keeping his position.

The boy who'd followed Esan's rule most all hiis life crept out from the shadows, smirking. His wolf fur trimmed coat was piled in the corner, abandoned because of the sheer heat of Esan's chamber. He wore black robes, like his master, and simple black combat boots. A gun rested on his hip. "No need to thank me, m'lord." Said Skye, bowing low. "I live to serve you."

Esan slowly walked towards Skye, but hissed and recoiled as he reached the pentagram's edge. Skye rushed to his side. "M'lord, just a moment! The spell is still fresh! We don't want it wearing off, do we?"

"Definately not."

Esan blinked a bit, stretched, moved about. "I almost forgot what it was like to have a sense of being." He murmured, yawning. "This world is so complex- all different smells, colors- The Land of the Dead is a game of Space Invaders compared to this."

He took a deep breath, and stepped out once more. "Lovely." He smirked. "I must admit Skye, the spell worked out quite well."

Skye beamed. "So m'lord," He said, breathlessly. "What are we going to do first?"

Esan laughed. "'We'? Surely you're joking."

Skye paused. "Wait... I brought you back, so, aren't I supposed to aid you in your conquest of the world?"

"Don't you understand, Syke?" Esan said, turning and swaggering in the other direction, away from him, and selecting a wooden pike from the weapons rack on the wall. "I'm going to kill the king and take over the universe..." He turned suddenly. The pike became a bloody axe and Esan got a murderous look in his eye.

"And you are going to die!"

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As the demon flames died and the pentagram stopped glowing, a black cloaked figure rose slowly from a dark liquid- Blood?- splattered all over the floor. His eyes were shut, his skin was a grayish white, and his hair was a bright red. Once standing, he threw his arms out in both directions, and slowly brought his head to look to the ceiling. Amethyst eyes opened, and he laughed. "Thank you, Skye." Esan chuckled darkly, keeping his position.

The boy who'd followed Esan's rule most all hiis life crept out from the shadows, smirking. His wolf fur trimmed coat was piled in the corner, abandoned because of the sheer heat of Esan's chamber. He wore black robes, like his master, and simple black combat boots. A gun rested on his hip. "No need to thank me, m'lord." Said Skye, bowing low. "I live to serve you."

Esan slowly walked towards Skye, but hissed and recoiled as he reached the pentagram's edge. Skye rushed to his side. "M'lord, just a moment! The spell is still fresh! We don't want it wearing off, do we?"

"Definately not."

Esan blinked a bit, stretched, moved about. "I almost forgot what it was like to have a sense of being." He murmured, yawning. "This world is so complex- all different smells, colors- The Land of the Dead is a game of Space Invaders compared to this."

He took a deep breath, and stepped out once more. "Lovely." He smirked. "I must admit Skye, the spell worked out quite well."

Skye beamed. "So m'lord," He said, breathlessly. "What are we going to do first?"

Esan laughed. "'We'? Surely you're joking."

Skye paused. "Wait... I brought you back, so, aren't I supposed to aid you in your conquest of the world?"

"Don't you understand, Syke?" Esan said, turning and swaggering in the other direction, away from him, and selecting a wooden pike from the weapons rack on the wall. "I'm going to kill the king and take over the universe..." He turned suddenly. The pike became a bloody axe and Esan got a murderous look in his eye.

"And you are going to die!"