Post by Soilderp on Nov 1, 2017 15:05:31 GMT
Soilderp's adventures to the market were always the highlight of his week. He would always see so many people that he had never met before and interact with them. But today was different, almost no one was there, and those who were happened to be cloaked and not very responsive. It was strange compared to normal.
As he looked for his necessities, he couldn't help but notice the strange figure who walked behind him. The figure was completely cloaked, wearing a fedora and black shoes. He also walked in a strange way, leaning forward as he took his paces. He also was powerful. Very powerful.
As he began to near Soilderp, he couldn't help but feel something strangely familiar about the entity. It seemed to give off a similar aura to him, but more ominous.
Very suddenly he felt a decrepit hand slam onto his shoulder; its nails almost scratched into the soft skin on his arm. Very quickly, it began to tug at him, attempting to get him to turn around. Eventually he let in to the force and turned to see something he did not expect to see.
An older demon stood tall, his spikes raised to the graying sky. Slowly, a devious smile filled his face.
It really is you, my son. The man hugged Seth in a very deep embrace, not allowing him to process the words that had came out of his mouth. Suddenly, he realized the gravity that the situation entailed. This was his father.
Is... is this really you father? I never thought you would actually come for me. Where have you even been all this ti..
Now is not the time, boy. We need to get to your home, quickly. Very suddenly, the man pushed Soilderp in the direction he thought they needed to go.
When they finally arrived at the cave, the man removed his overcoat and hat to reveal his actual form. He stood tall under the cave ceiling, his head almost touching it. The old man before had just been an illusion; he had needed it to travel through the town without issue. He cleared his voice and spoke.
How long it has been, my son. I am Faust, the rightful demon king, and you are the prince. I was killed years ago by a gang of low-life mercenaries. But now I have returned, and you will be my disciple. He gazed at his son waiting for some sort of answer.
I'm sorry, what? Clearly this had flew mostly over his head. He simply wan't prepared to deal with all of this info being thrown at him.
The demon put his head in his hands. Clearly, this was going to take a while
END
Taking PL with Heavy Weights
Beginning of the end
As he looked for his necessities, he couldn't help but notice the strange figure who walked behind him. The figure was completely cloaked, wearing a fedora and black shoes. He also walked in a strange way, leaning forward as he took his paces. He also was powerful. Very powerful.
As he began to near Soilderp, he couldn't help but feel something strangely familiar about the entity. It seemed to give off a similar aura to him, but more ominous.
Very suddenly he felt a decrepit hand slam onto his shoulder; its nails almost scratched into the soft skin on his arm. Very quickly, it began to tug at him, attempting to get him to turn around. Eventually he let in to the force and turned to see something he did not expect to see.
An older demon stood tall, his spikes raised to the graying sky. Slowly, a devious smile filled his face.
It really is you, my son. The man hugged Seth in a very deep embrace, not allowing him to process the words that had came out of his mouth. Suddenly, he realized the gravity that the situation entailed. This was his father.
Is... is this really you father? I never thought you would actually come for me. Where have you even been all this ti..
Now is not the time, boy. We need to get to your home, quickly. Very suddenly, the man pushed Soilderp in the direction he thought they needed to go.
When they finally arrived at the cave, the man removed his overcoat and hat to reveal his actual form. He stood tall under the cave ceiling, his head almost touching it. The old man before had just been an illusion; he had needed it to travel through the town without issue. He cleared his voice and spoke.
How long it has been, my son. I am Faust, the rightful demon king, and you are the prince. I was killed years ago by a gang of low-life mercenaries. But now I have returned, and you will be my disciple. He gazed at his son waiting for some sort of answer.
I'm sorry, what? Clearly this had flew mostly over his head. He simply wan't prepared to deal with all of this info being thrown at him.
The demon put his head in his hands. Clearly, this was going to take a while
END
Taking PL with Heavy Weights
Beginning of the end