So me and Nyx found more Osedian. We took our blades, bullets, arrows, and daggers to a blacksmith who didn't care what came in.
"How is he still alive? He was like 90 when I was 10!" I say surprised. A bloke who now looks like he's almost 200 years old is behind a desk. He has thick, black greasy hair. Eve. Though he looks like 200, he has a body of a 20 year old. He is built like Baki. His legs look like he has been going to the gym every day whenever he has time. Then his arms are more bulky. He has like overalls type trousers on. He had like an apron on which that looked black from soot from the fire. His face has scars all across. His chin. His nose. His eyes. His eye brows. His eyes are emerald green. "Greg! How are you?"
"Ahhh, coulda been better." He says with a gruffed voice. "How are you, Nik?"
"Got a lad. Was a witch. Now a heretic. Found out that my witch name is Lilith." I say back. "It's been amazing!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"You know how you love me? Make us some Osedian weaponry."
"Osedian?" He looks at me weary. "Why Osedian of all ores?"
"Able to kill Dante."
"Ahhh, he's such a dick. He took all my vampirism."
I give him a quick look. "How? I didn't know it could be taken."
"Another immortal can take it away."
Fuck. I didn't know that. I give him the bag of Osedian and give him the look of, "You know what to do."
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Curse of the Black Dahlia: PT2
FantasyAfter Zain comes back, Erebus and Zain had a little tiff before. Now, we are now going to get Osedian blades, swords, and bullets. We will be ready to kill him.
