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i smiled then said, "Then lets see." i clapped my hands one more time and darkness slowly enveloped matt, me and kyfen, transporting us to a demension of darkness.

i looked at my son then put my hand on his shoulder then said, "Don't worry, about this place, it's meant to bring back the memories of one's past, their actions, and force them to see what they did. every one's effected by it, me, you, matt every one who ventures here. soon the memories will fight to your mind's surface, but don't fear. You havn't done anything you regret yet any ways."

i looked at matt then smiled, but it was short lived as too my memories fought like beasts tot he surface. i maneged to chant a few words, that would regernearte any lost body parts, before i sat down and let the memories come.

the memories swarmed, as my past kills came back. 'Please spare m-' i whatched slightly bemused as i sheathed my sword and walked away, then another more grusome kill came up.

every kill, i made, replayed it's self over and over. Finally reaching my love. i clenched my eyes, closed, to prevent tears pouring down my face.

Matthew started to flex his bony fingers, clenching and un-clenching. Over, and over, again, and again. He smiled brightly as the memories filled his mind. The good ones, then eh had images of Sally dead, he hadn't even seen her dead. How could it be.. His smile fadded into horror struck. People were killing her, someone was after her. His eye's widend and coated with thick hot tears. He closed his eye's, falling to his knees he smashed the ground with his fists. The hot steamy tears pouring out of his tear ducts and onto his pained face. "WHY!!! WHY!! WHY!!" matthew grew tierd he fell down sidewase and curled into the fetal postion. "Why..." He crocked out in a low whisperd.

[[Yeah, I'm pernouncing her dead and Matthew single....]]

The library was quiet, with the only sound being the bubbling of potions and the turning of a page. The bookshelves were too tall to be physically possible, reaching out of view. The Leather-bound, bronze clasped, and gem studded book in Ixpath's hands suddenly dropped to the floor.
The worms in the pillar that was his legs surged forward, then suddenly stopped. "It is time." Said Ixpath, worms forming a hole for which him to speak from. The two holes where his eyes be started glowing random colors, and, with a flick of his hand, a book soared out of the bookshelf into his newly outstretched appendage of worms, maggots, and grubs.
The binding of this book was human skin, and the clasps were bones. On the front, a twisted and terrible, horrible shape made of a skull resided. And then, the world twisted. Seven glyphs of pure evil and monstrosity leaped from his mouth, Followed by a rune for frost(Made by a colleague), and the glyph of undeath (Designed by himself to piss off Cyrea.). Then, he said two words (D&D reference here!) "Tenser's Transformation." All the glyphs broke free at once, and the worms congealed into skin and blood and bone and muscle, and armor slid onto the body, replacing the robe.
This full-plate armor was runed and spiked(Slightly), scarred from many battles. The helmet, resembling a human skull, slid on, hiding all of his face but the eyes and some of the mouth from view. His skin was pale, from the gaps in the armor, and his hair was white. This is as he once was. His eyes glowed many colors as he cast another spell, but when he was finished, his eyes were pure white. The spell picked up and threw a sword hidden, behind many books, weapons, and armor, in its special holder, into his hand. It was a long blade, a hand-and-a-half sword, The Chilling Darkness. The inscription on the sheath read; 'Only he knows my grip, all others know my bite. I am what i am, bringing death to those who would knock out the light. Remember Nehma.' (Generally those who carry the light) And Ixpath, although that was no longer his name (In this body at least) read the seven words that would end the earth, if improperly used. He read the names of seven evil creatures. Dark flames started spouting from his mouth, and running along the armor, all along his body. He was a truly terrifying thing now, Dentrag the Forgotten Slayer. With a quick rune for travel, he was gone, in a blue flash of light marred by the dark, blood red. He just as suddenly appeared on the not-ground of the Plane of Memories. "Father has escaped." Said the terrible voice, like bone-rattling and the crackling of fire, combined with the sounds of ice. It wasn't so much as a question as a statement. As the memories flushed into his head, he started laughing, a low, dark sound, again with touches of bone, fire and ice. "Trying to overwhelm me with pain eh? I have gone beyond that, and farther than evil, to the other side of the Light Fantastic. You cannot hurt me." As the memories of his friends dying, he laughed them through, making comments about them. "Ah yes, i remember killing that one. He screams too much. What do you plan to do about this Cyrea?"


((Me, Dead, Nowai! I'm just too busy playing Portal. "This was a triumph..."))