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It takes me awhile to write a story sometimes I never finish. You know how writer's block is. Well here's the first two paragraphs from my story or techincally all I've writen so far.

Soft, green, rolling hills graced the land with their elegant, yet simple beauty. The mid-afternoon breezes adding a bit of life to the otherwise lifeless hills. The animals of the country side would not be out till nightfall, where the dark night skies could hide their presence form the human hunters of a near by town. Though the hills were not without some movement this day besides the soft green grasses. There was but a lone figure standing among the short grass three pairs of jet black dragon-like wings arching gently from his back, accented with a slender, scaled black tail and long black hair that ended in almost blood red coloring. The figure wore an elegantly red trimmed black tunic, black leather pants and ankle high black boots. And at his side he wore a sword which seemed to be of demonic make, a dangerous weapon indeed, with black hilt and even blacker blade etched with red demonic symbols of death.
This person was not so well known among humans, at least not yet. But he was well known among the darker sect of the world. They called him Aixis, he was a demon aged at around 500 or so and already a 7 on the nasty scale. However, Aixis had just a small problem and that was with a certain problem in his creation. He was created at the exact same moment as an angel by the name of Willow and they shared quite an interesting bond. Actually they shared the same body. Normally Aixis would only be admitted to the world at night, while Willow walked about it during the daylight hours. However today was the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of the age of the crimson tide. Not a nice number for an angel apparently so Willow had allowed Aixis full run of the body for 24 hours.