shizzz
That one guy
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Lance had been apprenticed to a blacksmith, with his broad shoulders and thick muscles it was an easy adjustment. Then he was called into the civil war, being a man of integrity he had believed firmly in freeing the slaves.
He had left on a cold winter night, kissing his betrothed farewell and promising to return victorious. But their had been some sort of mix up, and the train the day they were going to leave had been recalled, telling them they were gonna leave in two days. So he ran back to her house, ecstatic that he would be able to spend another two days with her. He had stumbled into her house, and found her with another man. As soon as he stepped in she had screamed of rape and Lance had grabbed the man and spun him around, but just before he could swing at him, he felt a cold stab of steel in his chest. He looked down to see the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his ribs.
He looked up at the assailant....it was his best friend! He gurgled something in response, but the world was growing dim as it turned sideways and he heard a thud. He had just collapsed to the ground when he heard his believed say to the rapest
"Oh honey you didn't have to kill him" In an even tone, she wasn't even upset! Lance had been betrayed by the two most trusted people in his life, and as the darkness faded he screamed. It only came out as a gurgle in the real world, but as his spirit ascended the cry bellowed out across the nether world, his pain and fury echoing back to him from an eternal abyss.
He found himself stuck there, flashing in and out as the building changed, but always stayed the same. Lives lived and moved through the old house, adn he forever haunted the place of his betrayal. It was his hell.
He had no control of when he came or left, but he could never remember where he went when he wasn't here, time would just jump forward for him
The last time he had come 'back' there was some sort of asylum built on his land, and he had enjoyed tormenting those souls. The mad and depraved were more
Sensitive to his kind. He had enjoyed that thoroughly.
Now he was there again, but it was empty. Or was it? He wondered as his essence cruised the halls
He had left on a cold winter night, kissing his betrothed farewell and promising to return victorious. But their had been some sort of mix up, and the train the day they were going to leave had been recalled, telling them they were gonna leave in two days. So he ran back to her house, ecstatic that he would be able to spend another two days with her. He had stumbled into her house, and found her with another man. As soon as he stepped in she had screamed of rape and Lance had grabbed the man and spun him around, but just before he could swing at him, he felt a cold stab of steel in his chest. He looked down to see the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his ribs.
He looked up at the assailant....it was his best friend! He gurgled something in response, but the world was growing dim as it turned sideways and he heard a thud. He had just collapsed to the ground when he heard his believed say to the rapest
"Oh honey you didn't have to kill him" In an even tone, she wasn't even upset! Lance had been betrayed by the two most trusted people in his life, and as the darkness faded he screamed. It only came out as a gurgle in the real world, but as his spirit ascended the cry bellowed out across the nether world, his pain and fury echoing back to him from an eternal abyss.
He found himself stuck there, flashing in and out as the building changed, but always stayed the same. Lives lived and moved through the old house, adn he forever haunted the place of his betrayal. It was his hell.
He had no control of when he came or left, but he could never remember where he went when he wasn't here, time would just jump forward for him
The last time he had come 'back' there was some sort of asylum built on his land, and he had enjoyed tormenting those souls. The mad and depraved were more
Sensitive to his kind. He had enjoyed that thoroughly.
Now he was there again, but it was empty. Or was it? He wondered as his essence cruised the halls
