Dante looks confused at his comrade "did you say your last name was izazel?" Damien nods slightly "like the demon izazel..." Dante sighs "long story please don't ask." Calaran laughs as he flips his precious gold coin "say lads how about i help ye gaurd for the night for 50 gold each ey?" They both widened there eyes "50 DAMN GOLD!" calaran laughs "i'm expensive to hire ya know." They nod and sigh as dante whispers in his ear and passes him a bag of clouth filled with persummed to be coins "ahh okay... I'll be back in a giffy!" Calaran runs off "dante... What did you just do." Dante laughs "damion my friend i got us two pairs of flintlocks, a large battle axe for me and duel swords for you." He looked slightly confused at dante "how do you know that's my prefered weapon style..." His reply was strangley inspontainais "two seathes on your armour no fit for a weak spear." Damien laughs as he searches his pockets and he flips out a folded picture and dante asks curoisly "a girl?" Damien smiles "yea... Her names maria i wanna marry her some day." Dante chuckles "i used to be hooked on the whole teen romance until i discovered that such things as alcohol and brothels." Damien laughed so hard he nearly fell on his ass as calaran came in heavily confused wheeling in a cart of weaponry.
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The cathedral (short story)
Fantasy"Who said the place of holy light cant be invaded by someone of the likes of me."
