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The Night Of Halloween (part 3)
Why do I always describe myself as he? Reks looks around in disappointment, There still isn't enough, he pulls out a large crimson scythe, with a radiant silver blade coveted in marking and inscriptions. Reks raises the hilt and throttles it into the ground, sending arousals of sparks and colors, the ground around him for several miles crack and shatter, building crumbling, shrines dispersing, people burning. He raises the scythe and swings it around, summoning fire red paste to ooze out from the cracks, followed by geysers of molten rock. This is wonderful! The Blood Moon emitting red light, this was the sign, the real sign. The sign of Halloween...
High pitched screeched and cheers fill the humid atmosphere, My Brothering are here! The Demon horde march, whirling their demoniacally black wings in the air, their tanned skins and the marking glowing blood red.
" MY BROTHERS! THIS PLANET IS FREE FROM GOD! NOW WE RULE! " The horde cheer throwing their hands in the air, swinging their blades and axes. Who will stop me now. Reks sighs happily looking to the starless skies. The short lived happiness now contorting into screams of fear and shock, as the horde looks up into the skies, horrified.
A random voice from the horde shouts " The Valyrie! RUN! FLY! LOOK WHAT HE HAS DONE! "
" MY BROTHERING, DO NOT BE AFRAID! I CAN CHALLENGE THEM! "
" NO! WE ARE ESCAPING! " A large black circle appears as the demons rush into it, evaporating into darkness.
They left me Reks looks up noticing bright lights in the skies, to him it seemed like a crystalline meteor, but when he saw closer even he was fearing. The light, a Valkyrie. She was wearing blue armor, with her head hidden by a golden helmet, similarly matching her staff. Her boot were ocean blue too, her wings pure white and almost glowing.
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