The Forsaken

The Forsaken

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"Johnathan, you need to get up." Alexander hit me with his cane. "It's time to start over. You failed yet again. And your father is growing tired of your failures. And if you keep up this track record of of lack of success." I finally opened my eyes and saw Alexander standing over my body. To everyone else he looked like an average tall man in his 50's, dressed in a black suit with a red tie, and a metal cane with the hold of a dragon. But i saw him differently. I saw him in the form that all my brothers saw him in. His true, demon form.
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