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Aah yes, fond memories between father and son; Christmas, those summer camping trips, your dad being cursed as a fallen angel and delighting in your eternal suffering...
Good times...
shkkf-
Aah yes, fond memories between father and son; Christmas, those summer camping trips, your dad being cursed as a fallen angel and delighting in your eternal suffering...
Good times...
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Their swords clashed, and once again father and son we're locked in combat. One clad in armor while the other was clad in his pants and gauntlets, their swords clanged throughout the cathedral, the toll of the church bell making the only other noise that was heard. Wings beat upward, as their battle took place over nearly every inch of the building. From the pews and archways to the very alter itself they fought. Both of their swords met again, and this time neither of them disengaged. Instead they held, trying to gain an advantage over one another. The boy's father grinned all the while, his years of experience not wasted as his son glared daggers at the man he now new only as a monster, the light from the stain glass window casting their shadows across the floor and walls.
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Sorry, I couldn't help myself! It's rare when I see a picture that I can come up with a short story or even part of a story this fast. Very well done, and what I came up with here shall be for shkkf as a gift.
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Sorry, I couldn't help myself! It's rare when I see a picture that I can come up with a short story or even part of a story this fast. Very well done, and what I came up with here shall be for shkkf as a gift.
contwined in a clash of love and loss a son ravaged by the anger of taking the life of a man who tortured him knowing the curse could never lift, a father angered in his own volition to escape his hell, twisted in his own mind that the senseless slaughter of his son could bring him forward to a new path. sword against sword metal against metal, they dance a dance of fate ready to pierce one another with the same face, and seeing in each others eyes the guilt and the contempt to end the other for the sake of survival and to press on, the dance shall only end with one being sliced down and the losers blade marking their grave, while the other will forever feel the stained blood on their hands til they meet the same fate
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