I felt so cold now all the fire had burnt away, and now it felt like ice, I knew who he was, I tried to pull up the memory, it came suddenly like a TV screen in front of me. I watched a memory of me reading a book about Leonardo da Vinci, about the pictures he painted, it was called the abomination, the ugliest picture known to man, brother of the Mona Lisa, her brother in living paint, it had the power to turn people mad, I was fascinated by it, his drawings, but one drawing in particular drew my attention, the abomination.
A picture so hideous it drew men to madness just to gaze into its ugly face, he was always hidden from the world because of it, it wasn’t given a name until after Da Vinci died, but I knew its name, there was a spell made to weaken him, because he was the most powerful warlord, he needed to be killed.
I focused hard on it, I knew the spell, the power of a name and I knew his name Rhexenor.
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Road Runners
Подростковая литератураYou had to kill, they had to die, you slit their throats, yet wondered why. The gifted saint, that you once knew, is lying dead, infront of you. And as you watch, wounded retreat, listen to his slow heart beat. The valient soldier, you just slayed, ...
