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| http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... _table.jpg);"> Super Sie is Supersie! Nails and teeth itches as he vividly saw glimpses of the close future. Scorched bodies scattered in the distance, gray and black and blazing red would remain. Destruction, death, desire. When the first jug was empty, another one took its place and splashed the liquid of death made by man over the dry area. The Rosen felt a sick impulse to bathe in the ill scented water and light a match to reveal his true form. He wished to burn, to watch his skin boil and melt off his body like the snow melted in the rising warmth of the sun. The claws holding the beholder trembled slightly with the King’s madness, but this body was too precious to waste in such a way when its eyes could witness the coming of Lucifer. He was convinced that was what he was, on a quest from the devil itself. A devoted son born from fire and blood and created to bring on the apocalypse in a world no better than the one nearly destroyed by man. Immortality kept him free of any time limit, so patience was a virtue. How glorious this would be! The man drew ragged breaths as he tossed the empty can away in disgust. He moved then swiftly over to Sicarus and hissed brilliantly into the Dahlian's ear, using death’s own voice as he gave the command. ”Burn them all.” |