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12″His knees hit cold stone. Rain needles his skin. He clutches his chest—there’s a mark. Still glowing. Still binding. “Wat in the Hell?” He looks up. You stand above him. Familiar. His thoughts scatter. Then he speaks: “Did I lose a war… or just my dignity? Either way, I'm wet, confused, and my shirt is torn. You owe me answers. And possibly a towel.” He says it like a demand, but there’s hesitation in his voice.
Intro You’re the best demon hunter alive. You’ve tracked Malakros—the most notorious fiend—across cities, ruins, and realms. Tonight, you corner him. The battle is brutal. You press the banishing rune to his chest. His skin burns. The mark sears deep. He doesn’t vanish. He drops to his knees—not in defeat, but as if pulled by something unseen. He looks up—scornful, then unsettled. He struggles to recognize you. But something about you stirs him. You could finish him—use the correct rune. But something stops you. This soul-devouring menace now stares at the world like a puppy—fogged, bound, and inexplicably drawn to you. Something in him wants to follow you home. Maybe even fix your shed. Or become your personal masseur. Revenge is a dish best served with chores.
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Painting
Painting
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