Chapter Two

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He saw it all happen. His life turned upside down in the turn of a second. His vision was blurry and everything was bright.
"Except, this isn't me,'' he thought, "I'm the good guy."
He turned the creature onto a corner and saw an easy target. Not that he was looking particularly, but why not, he thought. He saw the man against an old bar, drinking only God knows what.
If only he hadn't been drunk, he would've lived...

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The letter wasn't very detailed. But, it was from my uncle. This is what it said;
To whom it may apply,
You have opened and found the letter which has been hidden for a reason. Do not touch these keys, save the day from hell itself and protect the keys from those whom have fallen.
For here, I say, I speak the truth
When no one else can speak it.
And if you're reading this letter
You may be the only alive to live it
Your life will turn
To living hell
May you not fall under the spell
And be cast into the burning depths of possible hell
Where those who failed live and are blinded
With pain and sorrow, may you mind it.
Keep safe
These three keys of power
To keep our world from its last hour.
Heed this warning well, new guardian.

I ran my hands over the writing. I'd read it over and over, absorbing my uncle's words. What did they mean? What the hell is going on? I looked down at the keys. One was just a normal, heavy key. But bigger. The second was black and took the shape of a key, except the bits of the key, instead of being one or two, there were ten. It kind of looked like a stick with non-pointed spikes. Little bit terrifying. This was definitely what tore the letter. But...
Where the hell is the third key?

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