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UltraMechaStalin
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- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
"It's the nexus of the crisis; and the origin of storms..." A voice sang softly to the night.
Long tongues of flame licked at the night sky as the fifth house in 4 months caught fire. The owners were away on vacation in the Bahamas...With their cellphones still inside. There would be no way to break the bad news to the Joals until they pulled into the cul-de-sac and saw the charred ground where their $750,000 dollar house had once been. The wail of sirens shattered the silence of the night as the local fire department started it's response.
But of course, it was already too late. The fire was fueled by the unholy will of a demonic child, and would consume the house in a matter of minutes. Many people had stepped out of their homes to shake their heads and pray as another house was taken by fire. But, somewhere amongst the baleful stares there was one pleased gaze.
Two crimson eyes were set on the blaze, entranced by the beauty of destruction. In one of the highest branches of an ancient redwood tree sat Vallios, admiring his work from roughly 100 yards away. His ankle length black leather longcoat was pulled close to his body, black leather exterior blending perfectly with the dark night.
The fires were becoming far too common, and the local police department was exhausting every available resource to find the source of the fires...But, there was never any evidence. Ever. Everything in each house had been burned completely and utterly away, reduced to not but fine gray ash.
Long tongues of flame licked at the night sky as the fifth house in 4 months caught fire. The owners were away on vacation in the Bahamas...With their cellphones still inside. There would be no way to break the bad news to the Joals until they pulled into the cul-de-sac and saw the charred ground where their $750,000 dollar house had once been. The wail of sirens shattered the silence of the night as the local fire department started it's response.
But of course, it was already too late. The fire was fueled by the unholy will of a demonic child, and would consume the house in a matter of minutes. Many people had stepped out of their homes to shake their heads and pray as another house was taken by fire. But, somewhere amongst the baleful stares there was one pleased gaze.
Two crimson eyes were set on the blaze, entranced by the beauty of destruction. In one of the highest branches of an ancient redwood tree sat Vallios, admiring his work from roughly 100 yards away. His ankle length black leather longcoat was pulled close to his body, black leather exterior blending perfectly with the dark night.
The fires were becoming far too common, and the local police department was exhausting every available resource to find the source of the fires...But, there was never any evidence. Ever. Everything in each house had been burned completely and utterly away, reduced to not but fine gray ash.