Daimon Hellstrom (
birthmural) wrote in
trans_92011-01-16 06:09 pm
Are You Afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 1, CLOSED]
Daimon was taking his dog for a walk in the city. The young puppy had grown, although he was still small. He hadn't taken well to Daimon's disappearance during the Fairplay mission. To be perfectly honest, the feeling was mutual.
For now, Daimon let the pup wander off as some scent caught its interest. He was standing there, clad only in the bottom half of a plantsuit. The inverted pentacle birthmark on his chest, the symbol of his unholy heritage, plain for all to see.
For now, Daimon let the pup wander off as some scent caught its interest. He was standing there, clad only in the bottom half of a plantsuit. The inverted pentacle birthmark on his chest, the symbol of his unholy heritage, plain for all to see.

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Until she laughs. "Spirits above, you're as corny as he is!" It would be something akin to slamming into a wall of white-hot iron, as she counters its power with her own willpower. Mei-Xing sinks into a lotus position, breathing out slowly to center herself, despite the raging going on inside of her body.
That's when the second part of her work begins, trying to forcibly hammer a bond between them. A bond that would enslave the darksoul, forcing it to obey her whims. I've faced down the Yama Kings. What makes you think you're so special?
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I will return for you.
And then he was gone.
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She directs that at Daimon, then moves to nudge him with a toe. "Get up, drama queen. The big, bad spirit is gone. You can thank me later."
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Daimon shoved himself onto his feet. "THANK you? There is nothing stopping my darksoul from corrupting innocent people, people unaccustomed to its dark influence and power. If you have any conscience you WILL help me track it down or I swear by my father's unholy heart, I will end you."
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She turns and starts to head off, without waiting for an answer. "Waste your time hoofing it. I'm gonna punk that bitch on the astral plane."
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Smooth.
Powerful.
Practiced.
"Don't touch me, little man. Don't order me, either. I assure you, my dick dangles lower and swings harder than yours."
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Dog started making a high pitched squeal at Mei-Xing until Daimon roughly brushed him aside.
"Stay." He rubbed his chest. He could feel his body slowly mending the bruise even as it began to form. "We do not have time for this." He hissed.
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Starting to head off again, she pauses.
Where the hell was she going to find a coffeepot here?
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