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Wrigina
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Original poster
Would you make a deal with the Devil?
You are immortal. You will live on forever. But on the condition that you slay the creatures that form from people's grief
As an angel of acceptance, you use quicksilver weapons to kill these creatures
Each immortal is assigned a hellhound whose scratch will banish a monster to hell
Nobody can know about your true nature
Regan sprinted down the dark alley, knowing who - or really what - was following her. She looked around, and not seeing any mortals, she spun around. The knife in her hand seemed to radiate with power in the presence of the creature.
"Depression, hey?" she said, once she saw the monster before her. A wallowing mass of black slime that ebbed and flowed around the tarmac. Regan aimed her blade, then threw it right into the creature's heart.
This was just another night
You are immortal. You will live on forever. But on the condition that you slay the creatures that form from people's grief
As an angel of acceptance, you use quicksilver weapons to kill these creatures
Each immortal is assigned a hellhound whose scratch will banish a monster to hell
Nobody can know about your true nature
Regan sprinted down the dark alley, knowing who - or really what - was following her. She looked around, and not seeing any mortals, she spun around. The knife in her hand seemed to radiate with power in the presence of the creature.
"Depression, hey?" she said, once she saw the monster before her. A wallowing mass of black slime that ebbed and flowed around the tarmac. Regan aimed her blade, then threw it right into the creature's heart.
This was just another night