Perfect Predator
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- Joined
- Apr 5, 2003
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Up to the castle he walked, the storm above him whipping and screaming with a fury the likes of which few had seen. With a wave of his hand a lightening strike descended upon the demon watching him. A fight broke out between them, and after half an hour later, the demon was wounded and the warlock had vanished, but anyone with any sight past the norm could see that he was not gone. He would stalk them and hunt them. He would make them all his own. Before he settled back to begin watching them, he sealed the doors. They could enter, but they could not leave. Let the hunt begin.