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Book 1: Past To Present
3010 -Past
The needle dug into my skin, injecting the dark mucky liquid that it contains into me. I instantly felt a sharp pain, my vision going blurry and the room going silent, then it all went black.
That was the last time my conscience ever had peace.
Because a split second later is when I met that damn demon that would haunt
me for the rest of my life.
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The pain soothed and the boy slowly opened his eyes only to be met with the darkness of his mindscape. He couldn't see anything, nor could he move. So he waited, and he waited unknown of what was about to happen that would change his life forever. And then out of nowhere a deep gravelly voice spoke, cutting through the silence of his mind.
" Well look what we have here~" The voice echoed out in a sing-song. "I was starting to grow impatient with the fool, but I guess this will suffice my boredom."
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