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Itoh_632 has a minion!

Calide the Nightmare

Itoh_632
Legacy Name: Itoh_632

The

Nightmare Endeavor
Owner:

Jag

Age: 17 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 21st, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 21st, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 93
Strength: 246
Defense: 214
Speed: 164
Health: 174
HP: 174/174
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

His heavy panting echoed, bouncing on the tick marble walls, back and forth until fade out. His victim had gone silent for his heart had stopped pumping the blood, blood that flew out of the severe wounds. His muscles twitched, eyes fixed on the corpse.
At this very moment, breaking through the frightening silence, a voice screamed. The only word that came out was enough-- his name. This voice... He knew it from somewhere, he-- he remembered it.
Pain. He felt a sting digging his flesh and heart; enraged, he instinctively attempted to remove the source of the pain, nothing was there. The pain yet persevered. His panting became gasps for air, the machine was desperately trying to live. A drip of his boiling blood rolled from his mouth and down his neck as he lifted his head up. The sky had no color...
His knees first gave in, making him drop to the floor. The pain... This pain was like nothing he had ever experienced. The thing was eating him inside out, or so it seemed. He could feel his heartbeat getting quiet and his vision blurring, going dark. He could, though, hear the footsteps behind him, getting closer. The perfect silence was broken by his occasional, harsh gasps, but even those were getting rarer by the second.
Two hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him back. Like a heavy rag doll, his head fell back on what felt like a... shoulder. A pair of eyes looking down to him were the last thing he saw before the complete darkness. He felt dead, defeated. He was enraged.

A second passed by until he opened his eyes back up. Everything was gone. The pain, his rage had left him; peace had kidnapped his body and soul. The only thing left was what he needed; the boy. He smiled gently, staring into the warmth of his eyes, lifting up a hand to touch his velvet lips. He was apparently no longer a threat. Everything was in place now, everything was alright.
"Good morning," he whispered.