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Adjusted Image"Amon, my lord. I hail from Lemure," Amon said, looking directly at Raphael while he did, though he had been addressing Gerun. Yet, off to the side, the messenger's eyes narrowed as Amon brought up two fingers and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.Adjusted Image
"He's Amon, Gabriel. Let it go," Raphael was saying as Gabriel walked down the stairs, out of the chambers. Gabriel hadn't said a word, but Raphael still knew.
"He is just a new assistant, Gabriel," Michael said, shaking his head at his younger brother's attitude. Perhaps he was annoyed because of what Amon was to Lucifer? A new information gatherer...Michael
by ~Saint-Itzume
Black String, Red Wings"Look out!" A young boy's voice cried to the hopeless figure of a teenager. It seemed to startle her, and a few others as well, but her eyes were still slightly glazed from thought. They didn't recognize the danger until it would have been too late, if not for that boy darting through the bodies and wrenching her roughly back. She was caught off balance and almost fell back, if Bob from the bar, Wyrm's Den, hadn't stepped out and noticed. He caught the startled Red Wing under her shoulders and helped right her as she thanked him, though her eyes didn't meet his for long.Black String, Red Wings
The green eyes skimmed the area around her, seeking out the
by ~Saint-Itzume
Zephyr's KeeperLaughter. Maniacal laughter cut through the storm as the lightning struck and the thunder clapped. The rain poured on to tin roofs, and people ran out to rejoice in it. Children gleefully cheered, and a few fathers and mothers gazed up in joy, the rain hiding their tears of relief and happiness. The drought was over.Zephyr's Keeper
At the center of the maniacal laughter was a certain half naga, farther away, laughing as if there was no tomorrow, soaked. For Zephyr, he was positive that there was no tomorrow. What he'd done was unforgivable. He had given rain to the 'unrepentant', to those who were not forgiven by the Naga.
"You s
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Finding GodNoland panted, out of breath as he sat up in bed. The nightmares had returned, and they were so much more vivid...so much more real. For the past week he'd had them, despite taking the pills that were supposed to stop dreaming completely. Every night, they became more real, and he was sure he was going to wake up sometime, bleeding...dying...Finding God
'I can't take this,' Noland thought, getting out of the bed and then walking out. He shut the door as quietly as he could behind him. But someone heard...
Noland walked to the restroom and instantly opened the medicine cabinent. There were his pills, and many, many other things
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