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#812
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"What..." Shealtiel lurches over to Feenai, a look of shocked fright on his weary features. "What. Was. That?" He stares almost madly into the young girl's eyes, demanding an answer.
Though he could not sense the no-doubt godlike psychic force that just struck the isle, the after-effects are impossible to ignore -- the quaking ground, the shuddering trees, ceramic roof-tiles rattling in their decades-old brackets.
Was that... the Nephilim? Or something else?
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 04-11-2012, 01:11 AM
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