The Fenix Tale: Lake

The Fenix Tale: Lake

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Darkness. That’s what Lake remembered most. The suffocating, controlling, confusing darkness. Nothing else was coherent that day. The darkness enveloped the landscape around him, tearing the ground from his feet. But he didn’t need ground. Lake leapt into the air, his wings stiffening and enlarging, before thrusting himself forward and flapping violently. Behind him, a massive roar shook his small frame and threatened to shatter his eardrums. He was screaming as loud as he could, his throat burning with pain. The darkness wrapped a tentacle around his ankle and yanked him to the ground. Lake looked up into the most terrifying, horrifying, gut-wrenching face that he had ever encountered. It was the grinning, evil face of his father.
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[Rated #22 in Angel] The one who sat in the throne was Leto himself. His body was huge, you could literally stand in his palm if you wanted to. His eyes were mysterious. His eyes completely black except for two small white dots in each one which were his pupils, it was visible from behind the mask that he always wore. The mask was half white and half black, both sides with pretty patterns such as small pointy triangles and a small curved line of white on the black side. His body was complete black and surrounded in smoke, fire blazing in plates on either side of the throne base in bright orange and red beautiful colours all mixing together perfectly. Rory stopped in front of Leto, bowing respectfully to his lord and master before straightening. Leto's booming loud voice filled the air next, startling Rory a little considering it was still early morning, about 3:13AM. "Greetings, Rory." Leto greeted almost emotionlessly, his voice showing no signs of anything, not even happiness or affection, like he didn't care about anything at all. Rory replied with a simple nod before replying, "Hello my lord, what duties do you have for me today? The regular?" "Actually, I have a mission for you today." Leto started, tapping his fingers together almost anxiously, even though his mask read no expression of excitement. "Something very big, and something very... Very important..." ...What would that be?... --- Black haired, yellow eyed, pale with black wings. Seemed humane ENOUGH. Rory is the only one of his demon species, from what he can remember. His only duties are to collect souls that seem unstable, broken or dark and return them to Leto so that they can be properly at peace. He doesn't ever care about anything else, other than pleasing his Lord with doing his job CORRECTLY. But when one of his missions require him to attend a nearby Highschool, the last thing on his mind is to 'make friends' or 'fit in.' But when Rory meets Hunter, that all changes. Completely.

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