Jeremy walked down the blank streets of London, looking for a certain person he was told to kill. Draylan Scarab won't see tomorrow, he thought. That, and his two associates, Caros Crow, and an unknown officer, following Scarab's lanky legs at every murder case. He had suspected that the officer was a random schoolboy, but that officer was agile, strong, and smart. He had seen him a million times, but his face only once. It had a slight beard but that was all he saw of the Officer.
That's what they called him at the Dark Palace, the Officer. He looked around to see where he was going, and saw the sign "Great Kruger Arch". He smiled. Scarab was close. The man who killed Jeremy's brother: Draylan Scarab, cold-blooded murderer Scarab was. The man who dared oppose Dark Spirits, Draylan Scarab.
After walking for a solid 20 minutes, he saw a great building, and on it the letters SDA. The Sorcery Detective Agency. He struck gold. The man who killed his brother, maybe Lord Creed's armour and something else. Something sweet. What was it? Oh, it was revenge.
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Diablerie
FantasyThe world is ridden by sorcerers, mages and the flourish of magic. Two detectives in this world seek to destroy the threat that is lurking in this world. But disaster strikes. What can they do to save the world?
