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The Haunted House An odd place, inhabited by the sould of Devian. A strange young man, who dabbled in the arts of mysticism, witchcraft, and the paranormal. His journies into the strange world that you have all come to associate with ghosts and apparitions, was too much for anyone to bear. The young man found himself growing much stronger in the field of the paranormal, but growing much weaker as he would try to pursue normal daily life. His powers grew strong, but alas, the human body is weak, and a hindrance to the works of the dark. Devian made the decision that the human world was not his place. He chose to rid himself of his human body, and send himself into the world that he was much more comfortable in. Poor Devian, this decision was a very wrong one. As he chose to take his own life, his was deciding on his eternity. Banished from heaven, and destined for hell, Devian watched in agony as he was sucked towards eternal damnation. Alas, our poor Devian was lost to suffering. But somtimes fate is wrong. Sometimes, fate can be fought. And this time, fate .... lost. You see, a person can lose their body, a person can lose their life, but memories, yes, sweet memories will always exist. And in Devians twisted mind, there was information that had not been seen or talked of by humans in at least a thousand years. That's right, Devian had done his homework. He used every piece of knowledge that he could think of, and created a vortex. The swirling vortex churned in front of him, and as he was sucked along, he hit the vortex with full force, and it tore him from his path to hell. A vortex is a rather strange spell. If a person concentrates enough, they can send a vortex to any point they might want to. But Devian didn't choose this point, the point chose him. As he awoke, he looked around himself in awe. It was an underground cave of some sort, with beauty beyond belief. The walls were green, a brilliant moss covering the rock faces. On the ground, each one of the soft blades of grass had somehow been altered, into a sea of soft purple. There were two apple trees growing right behind him. But the most stunning of all, was the ceiling. A dark blue, with diamonds scattered like salt, to appear like the clearest and most beautiful of night skies. As Devian stood, the figure of a man seemed to grow from the ground, rising up to stand in front of him. The man began to talk. "Do not speak until I am finished. I know who you are, and that is why you are here. There are a few of us, like yourself, who chose a different path to death. We call ourselves, the Haunted. You too will come to be known as a Haunted. Even if you do not wish it. Lucifer is not kind to those who slip from his grasp. But it will take a little while for him to find you. You are young, and you are weak. Do not think for a second that you have much of a chance against the army of the dark. Pure evil, and hatred will be in search of you young one. We will do what we can, but I guarantee nothing. I will teach you what I can. But as I have said, there is not much time. For now, go and rest. Pick a place that you feel comfortable in, at least for a few nights. The evil will be after you. You are not nearly out of the woods yet. Remember that, and sleep lightly." The man then vanished, like a wisp of smoke in the wind. Devian saw no exit to the cave, but he thought he might need some practice with his transportation anyhow. He created another swirl of a vortex, and came here. | ||||
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