Dragon's Bane

[Exile]

".....Damnit Satha! You know i cant do this what you wask of me. My people are in danger. I shall not, under any circomstances aid you in completing your sick dream. " Dejesus said.

Shan approched Dejesus' quarters.

"....Yes! I know about the current balance, i know about your so called "supreme reign". But i will not bring further death to my people. Regardless of my faith, regardless of you, and regardless of my familly! I broke ties with them long ago. I have my daugther here, and you shall not claim her mind as well!"

Was Dejesus talking to himself? It sure sounded like it, since Shan could not hear any other voices. Only a dark, deep whispering. One heard in tales to freigthen children.

The whispering went on, and Shan remaind at the door. Listening.

"....I, will not claim that artifact, that trincket! Just for your needs. Nor will my daugther. I have more pressing....Aaargh!"

Dejesus cried out in pain, and Shan stormed in. There he was, grabbing to his head. He tried to scream but no sound came. Just his face filled with aggonizing pain.

A dark voice was cleary hearable.

".....YOU SHALL NOT DEFY ME!"

The room shook as the voice sounded, and Dejesus fell to the ground. Unconscious.

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