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Silence soon took over Sakura's mind and her world around her. Suddenly, her memories were gone and so was her sanity. She knew she wasn't dead. She couldn't. Or maybe she was, she didn't know for sure. But her aura has vanished and the warmth, the gentle warmth, was now gone. Vanished. She felt like she was floating in a different world, a nothing world. The land of the twilight. Thats when she opened her eyes and was no longer in the wilderness of Black Amber, but just a floating of nothingness in the sea of lost hopes and lost memories.

Where..where am i?..Is this a dream? Am i dead....?

Her soft enchanting lavendedr eyes lost color, but what took place was nothing but pure blackness, soon a blanket of darkness wrapped around her floating body. But as the blanket soon came off of Sakura, a new yet not new Sakura was there. Her shadowmancer form, has all her light, her angelic aura disapeared? Shreded from her very life force? Maybe so, so she is now a creature of the night. A creature of the darkside of the moon. A twilight creature.

Her eyes were still covered with thick bland of black, but her hair was a dark auburn color, black stripes covered her cheeks as her skin turned a light tan color. She was wearing the same clothes as before. Her nails were a bit longer, and their was horns on her head as she grew fangs. Her eyes widened at the very form she became.

"No-no..anything but this..this form of a monster..." she said lightly, her hands swiftly covering her face as she cried. She cried, and cried, and cried but won't change anything. She knew her anger was getting to her, her anger always leads to her Shadowmancer form. But, before she was confused and her anger came after her transformation. How can confusion change her? This was a mystery. Well, so was the moon, the moon was where she gets her strength. And depending on the moon, it can change her mood swiftly. Thats why the moon is always bright, Sakura is bright and happy.

Outside her mind was where her body laid, the tree trunk rubbing against her back as the wind blew on her pale face. As swift as that, her body changed to her shadowmancer form, but still. She laid in utter silence.

Ava stood close to Fischig, the men were panning out in silence around the man in a half arc. Most of them already positioned to fire. The philanderous b*****d was going to suffer, Fischig would make sure of that. Right now it was her turn to frighten him. He looked ill prepared with only a sword in hand. Ava raised her gun towards the man and gave him only a second before a bullet struck his sword to create a Thwang!. That was the signal and shotgun fire erupted around him.

Ava saw the bullet going right at her face, it felt ominous. She quickly aimed and fired, clipping the bullet and although not destroying it, only pushing it off course enough to aim again. This time she drew both guns and fired with her second, shattering the bullet with her large revolver rounds. Out of immediate danger she turned back to the would be victim and aimed back at his head, expectant of another bullet to fire.

Dropping the gun now that it was empty he felt his life in danger. Rolling to the side he grabbed for his sword, sure it wasn't much against guns but then getting in close was often the best place to be. Disorientate the enemy, fight close range, either way it was death. Taking out his other flintlock he quickly kissed the gaping maw of a barrel that was to execute swift death. "Last one." Holding the gun in his left and sword in his right he moved. His spell acted as a sheild around him as he rushed into combat. The clamor of rounds going off filled his ears, he saw fire and metal shards fly every where. The pain of small scraps embedding themselves in his body was excruciating but he pressed on. Locked in a life or death struggle he had waded into their mists. Bringing his sword around only to have it blocked with an off hand as their guns turned on each other, Quin's the smaller found it pointed directly into the neck of the person as the other was trying to bring it up but was hampered due to the length. Pulling the trigger led shot crushed the larnyx and tore out the back. Skimming another before it slammed into a tree. In a spasm of death the dead man pulled the trigger and the shotgun roar, sending shrapenal into his leg. In shock he looked down to see part of his leg missing, blood poring freely from the wound, the milky white of bone exposed. Gritting his teeth in the pain that was filling him he shouted, "BASTARDS!"

Scrambeling over the dead man he thought of taking his weapon. Even the odds a little when a hand snaked out and grabbed him, pulling him back the heel of a boot crashed into his back. If it wasn't for all the pain he may have thanked the person for relieving the knots that had found their way into his back. Floundering to the ground under the force of the attack a gun shot rang out and the taste of blood filled his mouth as he bit his tongue, spitting out a mixture of spit, blood, and dirt he looked to the mangled remains of his left shoulder, bones popped out of flesh and the hot casing of the round burning in his flesh. Screaming in the agony his mental barriers down his body convulsed and seemed to changed shape before the eye. Skin stretched as something pushed against it, but it was only an illusion. Bursting forth through all barriers of time and space a creature that was a mass of tenticles, gaping mouths of razor teeth and bulging eyes. It was lose and its long barbed tendrils swept out throwing Ava off into a tree as a mouth stretched out and crunched down upon a soldier that stood their in fright.

Fischig was startled by this, this wasn't in the infomation. "DAEMON!" Crying out he yelled orders to Ava to distract it along with the soul remaing member of the squad.

Fischig stood before the monstrousity, the blasphemy, an abomination and mockery of all that was holy, nay all that was life. "Foul creature I shall destroy you." Removing his sword from it's sheath he thumbed the activation switch and the blade crackled with explosive energy. The shoggoth turned it's sights upon this man that would rise up in challange. A creature as old as time itself would never answer to the words of a mortal, even the man who's mind he lurked was bellow it's greatness. Snaking a tendril out it was looped off in a clear swing. Vapors rose as the cries of the inhuman creature wailed in pain. Turning from pain to anger as it rushed the man. Fischig was ready, this was his entire purpose in life, to banish daemons. To destroy the chaos and bring order. "In the name of God by the presects set forth by the consul of Solomon I dub thee Daemon." Bringing the blade around it bled the creature. A gnat against this giant, but then words of prais and hymnals rose from his voice, cries of prayers passed his lips. Even in death the name of the lord would be on them, but death held no claim upon him yet. It was a titanic struggle of mortal verse immortal, the material verse something which was immaterial. It's existance a blight upon all sanity. As they struggled for dominace the battle was moving away from the Shoggoth and into the hands of Fischig. Through the machinations as his disposal he banished the creature to the abyss to where it would be tortured for it's failure in a million different ways for millinium to come tell it was free again to terrorise the good people.

Fischig stood, cover in the black gore of the slain daemon. All the remains gone and leaving only the hollow husk of a man that had served as a vessal. Through it all the man had slept in dreamless sleep. Knocked out from the pain and insanity, a blessing of sorts upon the man.

Quin stirred reaching to pull himself up he growled in pain, it filled his very being, blinding him as he groped to pull himself up. Latching upon a hand he took it, not considering the afterresult. When he finally looked up his eyes blinked wide as he looked into the barrel of the autopistol Fischig had taken out to perform his execution. "By orders of the Inquistion I pronounce you heretic." To kill a man in such a disposition was an insult to his honor but this man had killed three of his men, been the cause of a daemon which had wounded Ava and would leave to the future execution of the soul survivor of the squad. Even his own body was worn from the confrentation. Blood ozed out of between the plates of his armour.

Stammering for a responce his lungs didn't want to respond, his body was hyperventalating. Finaly gasping in lung fulls of air he spoke, "YOU! Came here and MAIMED OUR PEOPLE AND YOUR GOING TO KILL ME?"

"Yes, I am here to kill you unreptent soul. Your family has been a pain to the Church for generations."

Spitting at the man, "And rightfully so, promising nothing but suffuring and death to all who serve and all who oppose."

"There is more to it and your sight is limited, you are spiritually blind."

"BULLSHIT..." his voice trailed off as the gun shifted from his head to his stomach. Time seemed to slow as the hammer fell and the gun rocked in Fischig's grip. The shot tore through his gut, sending him back. Crawing over to a tree to lean against Quin survayed the damage. The fires the smoulder, the trees knocked aside, the pot mared ground of explosions and gunshots.

Walking over to the man he once more placed the gun to his head. "You are to be executed, but circumstances say otherwise that you can be saved. In place of execution you are to be mortally wounded."

"As if I'm not all ready." He was to live? How could they let him live? What of the shoggoth? "What of that monster, will it haunt me still?"

"No, at least not that one, it has been banished, but your mind is fertile soil for others to come. If they do and I find you, you will die."

Quin could understand the threat, he would do the same, he had held off on teaching anyone else, he remebered what had happened when Morgan had asked him to teach her, the way he broke down. Nodding his head he closed his eyes. Fischig shifted his aim and pulled the trigger, the bullet grazed his head and splinted the tree behind him. Quin collasped his body a mess from his leg, to his shoulder, the gore that spill out of the wound in his gut and now bleeding from his head. In silence Fischig had ambushed him, in silence he left him. Alone Quin lay, his mind wandering over the events, only half awake from the pain, why wouldn't it numb. Labored breaths weezed from his throat as he drifted between sleep and wake.

His eye sight blurred as he looked up. The eyes of a youth stole at him, looking so cooly those mis-matched eyes. Was he here to kill him? A scavenger looking for something? Not even on the brink of death could precaution elude itself from him. Summoning what little energy he could he sent a lasy globe of energy at the individual.

Using the tree as support he crawled to his feet. Leaning heavily on it he slowly looked around to see if he could spot his sword, finding it he shakenly pointed at it, "If you can get me..." his voice trailed off as he exerted himself too much and collasped face foward into the ground. His body lay limply, broken and bleeding.