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Wolfram smiled at Stella, He wasnt angry with either of the girls at the table. "It wouldn't bother me if you were." He det his helm on the table and shook out his hair again. It had been a long two days and with no sleep it was only get longer.
Damion
Damion laid there, on the cold and damp cave floor. His eyes were twisted shut against the phantoms of his mind that his shadows had twisted themselves into. He was terriffied. There was no other way to say that. He had seen his every worst fear before him played out by the shadows like a bad Tv show. He had watched Lilith die by his own hand...by the hand of his father...His son... but none of it was real. He felt it though. He knew that the shadows were trying to let his pain and maddness go but they were only breaking him worse.
He felt something then. Heat. Ahh yes he remembered heat. The heat of every kiss and touch flooded back into his mind. He could hear a fire popping but his eyes wouldnt open so he could see it. He began to return to himself slowly, the lighter feelings of warmth and love compliling into a shadow of Damion that looked identical to his real body, but something was different... This one looked more like an angel than a demon prince.
Just as the kind feelings became a Damion, so did the feelings of hurt, disloyalty, hate and vengance. That was the damion his father would be proud of. That shadows eyes burned with hate and was all power. It hunched over and took a step toward the other but the other mesrly waved his hand and smiled, evaporating him.
The good Damion turned and walked down the hill. His feet never touched the ground as he walked into the school and up to the dorms. He walked through the door, cloaked in a almost holy light, and saw Lilith with Lance. For once he felt no hat or anger toward either of them. He leaned over and kissed Liliths head and stroked her cheek. With that one gesture he poured his love and hope and compassion into her mind.
"...No matter what... You will always have a home with me... The pit is only a house.... But my arms are your destined home... my Love... He stroked her cheek and began to dissiapte into shadows around the room, his essance returning to his physical body.