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Maniac.
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The heat was unbearable, 10,000 years and he still wondered why he stayed in the Castle. Deep in the depths of hell laid the large gothic castle. After thousands of years their was no ware, not broken gargoyles, or cracked windows but yet looked almost freshly built. The Castle of Hell, the people had called it where they said a demon lived un loved by all. He didn't want to be associated with the people who hated him, he didn't want the cold hard stares they gave his wandering state. The castle was all he had with his oldest companion, Brutus. The dog was the size of a polar bear, his body was massive reaching to his thigh. Brutus was as old as his master, but less stubborn and worn. Wearing thick leather pants, a silken smooth velvet shirt he walked along the castle halls, looking, waiting. Making the promise to his eldest and dearest friends he would try just one more year to find his other half, he was tired of being alone and barren. Misery was his only company when Brutus was not around.
"My dear friend, I do not think I can continue much longer." He whispered to the large dog as if he understood his every word. "I should just leave and forget Shingo's request." His voice had grown gruff over the years with little time he spoke.
Turning away from the window he headed to his office where he had work he had to attend to.
"My dear friend, I do not think I can continue much longer." He whispered to the large dog as if he understood his every word. "I should just leave and forget Shingo's request." His voice had grown gruff over the years with little time he spoke.
Turning away from the window he headed to his office where he had work he had to attend to.