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Portent the Glodent
Portent the Glodent
Dexs
Legacy Name: Araen
The Lilac Darkonite
Owner: Cybertron
Age: 10 years, 8 months, 2 weeks
Born: July 8th, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: July 8th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 143
- Strength: 236
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 307
- Books Read: 305
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Demon Hunter
Its all kind of a blur. Feels like an entirely different lifetime. Because it was.
People talk about me often enough. I'm a whisper on each lip. I'm the title of a book. I'm a statue in the city, and a prayer in a chapel. But no one uses my name. I don't rightfully exist in any sense. All I am now is a twisted echo.
When I try to think of things, everything melts like blood in the cavity in my head. Its not coming out of my mouth, is it? Needed to make sure. It is hard to remember because everything happened so fast. And, at the time, it seemed so normal. Things broke and life was delicate. Thats how it goes.
I am a sinner. And I have killed many people. But has my heart not been in the right place? Did I commit some divine treason? Was my crime becoming a demon, or was it the sentence?
My regrets are not for my own body, though, but for the people I could not save. Those few I knew withered to the touch. Even before my cruel position I spread poison everywhere I set foot.
I am alone. I don't even have myself for company. And now I lie in limbo, trying to count how many times I have died.
People talk about me often enough. I'm a whisper on each lip. I'm the title of a book. I'm a statue in the city, and a prayer in a chapel. But no one uses my name. I don't rightfully exist in any sense. All I am now is a twisted echo.
When I try to think of things, everything melts like blood in the cavity in my head. Its not coming out of my mouth, is it? Needed to make sure. It is hard to remember because everything happened so fast. And, at the time, it seemed so normal. Things broke and life was delicate. Thats how it goes.
I am a sinner. And I have killed many people. But has my heart not been in the right place? Did I commit some divine treason? Was my crime becoming a demon, or was it the sentence?
My regrets are not for my own body, though, but for the people I could not save. Those few I knew withered to the touch. Even before my cruel position I spread poison everywhere I set foot.
I am alone. I don't even have myself for company. And now I lie in limbo, trying to count how many times I have died.
Pet Treasure
Chef Fillet Knife
Dead Nightshade
Death Arrowhead