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Satochi has a minion!

the Dark Matter

Satochi
Legacy Name: Satochi

The

Darkmatter Celinox
Owner:

Paula

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 1 day

Born: October 24th, 2011

Adopted: 1 year, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 31st, 2022

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

Level: 89
Strength: 222
Defense: 222
Speed: 220
Health: 222
HP: 220/222
Intelligence: 129
Books Read: 128
Food Eaten: 90
Job: Shadow Thief

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Adopted from

Ari;
Story by

Pureflower!

I wish I could be like one of those characters in a story that can spend their entire life sleeping and dreaming their actions, rather than doing them. I'm at peace when I sleep. It's the only time I'm at peace, really. No thanks to you, the voices in my head. You try channeling the mediums of the billions of souls on a planet full of mortals, both living and dead. The living don't bother me so much, unless they brush up against me. Then their souls start crying out like soothsayers in the market square.

Their futures become clear to me, especially the method of their death.

I don't have to explain to you why I'm not much into crowds. Looking someone in the eye after their innermost self has just shown an image of burning at the stake...how do you carry on a conversation with a person like that? It doesn't matter if their death is in fifty years or five minutes. You just can't unsee that kind of imagery.

As if any of you would consider giving me a break, for a change. You lost souls all think your problems are the greatest ones to ever exist.

I like to think I would have happily made it through life in my little hermit cave despite your presence if it hadn't been for him.

Most people would say Vos is no catch. For one thing, he's a demon hunter. He's also shamelessly cruel to his prey, a heartless killing machine blind to such higher concepts as truth or justice. If a mission fills his belly and sates his lust for blood, he won't pass it up. If a few mortals are gutted along the way, he won't shed a tear.

He's also reckless to a stupid degree. The fool has broken more bones than some vertebrates have in their bodies.

Worse still, I know precisely how he will die.

Our fingers brushed on that fateful mission when he stole my heart as easily as he steals demonic lives. His strong body sailing out into the abyss, growing smaller and smaller as he begins the endless fall that will steal his last breath. The love in his eyes equal to the defiance for the being that will put him there.

His love for me.

Despite all his shortcomings, there is no one on any world as capable of love as my partner. It's in the looks he levels when we're alone and the way we can sit for hours, being silent together. No words are needed to express what we each are thinking. Sometimes we listen to music, letting the melody carry us to a plane that goes way beyond physical affection.

Your clamoring becomes louder as awareness floods my brain.

I get up, make a pot of coffee and grab one of the flavorless energy bars out of the misshapen bowl on the kitchen counter. The sight of that pale blue eyesore always brings Saone to mind. My older sister disapproves of the life I've chosen. How could I associate with a demon hunter? How could I be dating such a rude and grumpy sourpuss? My sister is the sort of uptown glamour girl who dates a different man every week yet has the nerve to dictate how I should be living my life.

We never really did have much in common.

I have to brace myself as I step outside, not only for the increase in volume but for the inevitable stares.

I'm gorgeous. Stunning. A heartbreaker. I've heard it all before. Eyes are drawn to me, flies buzzing around a source of light. Simply grabbing the morning paper is an exercise in patience.

Just once, I wish I could be the one inside your collective heads, to give you all a taste of how truly exhausting the life of a psychic can be.

I guess I'll have to settle for Vos giving me a back rub before he goes forth to behead a few greater imps.

As soon as he leaves, I'm hunched over my work desk, studying the lunar charts, moon cycle diagrams and the giant file I've acquired that discusses the abyss. I don't have all the answers but I get closer by the day.

I will find a way to save him.