I didn't know you could stop being a God.

[Ahren de le Poer]

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indent As if he had expected this all along, Ahren smiled. He lifted his hands, palms up to the light. In one, the “XII” scar shown like white paint. The other was bare. “I can’t bring you anywhere,” he offered cryptically, though said no more. Lowering his hands and shifting his feet, the demon kept smiling. “Though I can make sure you get the message this time.” With that, the ground under his feet began to crack open, snaking out towards the approaching hybrid. All around the shadows cast by the moonlight were twisting, forming dark shapes and whispering like some distant forest. This was his city. Here, he made the rules.
indent He didn’t even realize his eyes had begun to turn foggy, begun to fade over to a milky-white.

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