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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joker" data-source="post: 2163788" data-attributes="member: 826">This is the first time I've come across a thread like this so forigive me if I'm totally off with the following.The demon stood on the precipice and looked down upon the brilliance of this mortal city in the distance.  To think it had caused him so much trouble.  He could only smile.  He took a deep breath.  He could smell the food, the stench of the pure, the steelworks.His smile faded.He looked to his left.  A small boy was playing in the blackened sand.  Building crude structures and then tearing them down again as young boys are wont to do.  The boy looked up at the approaching demon and smiled for in his eyes he did not see the plated skin and menacing demeanor.  No, to the little boy his village was never raised to the ground.  To the little boy he was never left in the middle of the street, crying, as the buildings around him burned and as his father lay torn apart in the mud.No, the demon made sure that the little boy would never think of those things again.The boy giggled and stretched out his arms so his mother could hold him and he would feel safe and warm.  The demon’s clawed hands picked the boy up, held him against his chest and whispered soothing lullabies of destruction.  Slowly the child closed his eyes, falling asleep on his mother’s chest.The demon laid the sleeping child on the ground and walked back to where he stood earlier.  He took out a small blade and slit his wrist open.  Blood slowly oozed out of the wound.  He let it drop in a large circle around him.  The blood merged with the sand and out of the ground walls arose.  He looked onto the city again.  The next drop he let loose from high up.  It fell, leaving behind a trail of smoke, until it reached a height of the demon’s knees.  The blood spread and formed into a tower, slowly slithering down into the ground.Hours past when the boy woke from his dreams.  He looked at his mother as she was building a city in the sand.  The demon stood up and spoke the infernal incantations.The demon looked at his creation and smiled.  He then looked to the boy and motioned for him to come to his side.  The boy stood against his mother’s leg and looked in silent wonder at the giant sand sculpture.  His mother then motioned for him to play and he did.The demon closed his eyes and let the young boy do what young boys are wont to do.  And in the distance, a faint but terrible rumble could be heard which filled the demons dark heart with blasphemous satisfaction.</blockquote>

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