So we were hanging out behind a dumpster, waiting for our prey to amble past. We’d tracked the Telenec demon through information from his colleagues and learned that he’d be visiting a secret gambling den tonight. I didn’t know what I was going to be up against, but fear that I couldn’t handle it was ever present. Worry had been dogging me for the last week, a demon on my back that I couldn’t shake. Telekinesis would be a handy skill to have, and I was committed to building my arsenal if I was going to win whatever battle was coming my way, brought by the Shadows from my past. They’d both actually been real jerks, trying to enforce racist policies, but still…Ĭlaire had let me come along because I wanted to steal the Telenec demon’s powers. Her most recent job from the Order of the Magica was to hunt down a Telenec demon.
“Good chance.” She stood stock-still, her sword gripped comfortably in her hand, ever ready. The whole place was dark as coal, coated in residue from the shady spells that were common here.
Her dark hair and dark leather helped her blend into Darklane, the part of the city that housed Magic Bend’s black magic users. It had a distinctly rotten scent I knew I wouldn’t be able to shake for hours.Īnd it didn’t help that we were hidden behind a dumpster.Īll in all, not my favorite way to spend an evening.Ī rustling sounded from the other end of the lane, and I pressed myself against the wall, glancing at my friend Claire. Rain pattered on the dark cobblestones, and the smell of black magic permeated the alley.
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