420 was his magic number

420 was his magic number

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Paranormal
A unknown rock singer, Eric was tired of being pushed around and ingored, so he adventures into a forest looking for the monster of smoke. he asked for fame, then in exchange the monster of smoke will take his soul after two years have passed from the day of the deal. he greedily accepts the deal and when his two years are up he discovers there's more than having his soul taken from him.
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[Completed] Alien staggered to her, but then he didn't find it easy to look her. Her face had been blackened and she was writhering in pain, smoke issuing out her sweaty body. Holes started to appear in the white dress she was wearing. Her eyes, which seemed they could pop out of their socket anytime, kept darting at Alien as if she wanted to tell him something. She held out her blackened hand to Alien. Alien was going to touch it when suddenly her whole body burst into fire and turned ashes like magic. Alien stepped back, and looked around. There were nomore monsters, but the ashes in their places. Xerxis was the only villain that hadn't caught fire and her corpse lay unharmed by anything but the sword. With smokes wafting from the ashes and the tent that had caught fire, the place was stuffed with smokey mist now. Alien found it difficult to breathe in there. Now he was a free man he could walk out the tent. But before he left, there was something he needed to do.

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