Green Memory
A train could be heard howling threw the dark fog of the night, it was that same night he stepped off the train. As I remember he wore a long black trench coat it staggered about the wind, a long scarlet scarf blew back and danced with the wind, up wore a razor sharp scythe. He walked up to me and looked up.
"Is this Genro City?" He questioned, "Why yes it is may I ask why you would want to know?" I responded with a quick curious tone.
Are chat was cut short the ground began to shake a grumble could be heard as the road nearby exploded open a giant hand reached out grabbing the edge of the crater it pushed itself out as I remember its eyes murderous and enraged with fire its horns deadly, it threw its fist down onto the train station I looked to the man as he unsheathed his scythe twirling it threw the air the sun caught the edge of it casting a shimmer upon it he leaped towards the demon his cloak exploded open his wings sprang fourth they were evil he was as if a demons, he threw his scythe down but the monster threw its claws fourth stopping the scythe they locked together each warrior putting all his force into there weapons.
"Magus it is impossible you keep fighting like this." The monster screeched in rage, "I will not let you destroy this place, even at the cost of my life I shall stop you."
Magus leaped back throwing many star shurikens fourth they all slammed into the Monsters Stomach blood exploded into the air as the monster fell to the ground in agony, Magus dropped down and ran leaping to the air dropping next to the monster lifting his scythe back.
"You do believe in mercy don't you?" The monster questioned in a fearful tone, "No." Magus answered angrily.
The scythe came down singing its song of joy and bloodlust, with one slam the monsters head flew off as the blood exploded everywhere among the train tracks. It had all become so obvious he was a demon that lost his fangs long ago he was truly the last of the fallen angels than as the fog gathered a few moments later, and than soon cleared after he was gone like a dream he had come and gone with the rising fog.
The End.
A train could be heard howling threw the dark fog of the night, it was that same night he stepped off the train. As I remember he wore a long black trench coat it staggered about the wind, a long scarlet scarf blew back and danced with the wind, up wore a razor sharp scythe. He walked up to me and looked up.
"Is this Genro City?" He questioned, "Why yes it is may I ask why you would want to know?" I responded with a quick curious tone.
Are chat was cut short the ground began to shake a grumble could be heard as the road nearby exploded open a giant hand reached out grabbing the edge of the crater it pushed itself out as I remember its eyes murderous and enraged with fire its horns deadly, it threw its fist down onto the train station I looked to the man as he unsheathed his scythe twirling it threw the air the sun caught the edge of it casting a shimmer upon it he leaped towards the demon his cloak exploded open his wings sprang fourth they were evil he was as if a demons, he threw his scythe down but the monster threw its claws fourth stopping the scythe they locked together each warrior putting all his force into there weapons.
"Magus it is impossible you keep fighting like this." The monster screeched in rage, "I will not let you destroy this place, even at the cost of my life I shall stop you."
Magus leaped back throwing many star shurikens fourth they all slammed into the Monsters Stomach blood exploded into the air as the monster fell to the ground in agony, Magus dropped down and ran leaping to the air dropping next to the monster lifting his scythe back.
"You do believe in mercy don't you?" The monster questioned in a fearful tone, "No." Magus answered angrily.
The scythe came down singing its song of joy and bloodlust, with one slam the monsters head flew off as the blood exploded everywhere among the train tracks. It had all become so obvious he was a demon that lost his fangs long ago he was truly the last of the fallen angels than as the fog gathered a few moments later, and than soon cleared after he was gone like a dream he had come and gone with the rising fog.
The End.