"Two silver-grey eyes Looking into mine while we practice an age-old test of wills that stain your mind with battles with no blood, it consumes you making you weaker with every second. This form of training is so dangerous that no person can even say its name without quivering with fear, a staring contest."People chuckled around me, some in riot gear laced with iron others, strange clothes that you'd think only gypsies and magicians wear. One with a suit, dark as night with no tie, another with a white undershirt, earrings made from jewels with jeans on the lower half, A young man wearing a scarf with bandages covering everywhere else. Finally, a black man having different clothes a late Victorian style. My opponent, she has a purple bandanna with a yellow triangle in the center with a dress white from age with lots of charm's on her belt.I have black jeans with a black hoodie. All this was in a military transport heading for "666 s. Ark road or also known as the Cherie house"a man said over an intercom, making me look up"Fuck!" people giggle at my failure some pokes fun like "how can you lose to a blind, she has a charm for this" making me fume with anger, so showing the mutual respect by giving them a one finger salute "no need for that" the one said with bandages said, "well it is, tack" a guard stepped in "Now we all need to calm down. Especially you…"pointing at me."rice cakes" everyone burst out laughing. But everything stopped when the transport slowed,

a loud bang from outside signaling us to get out another thump this time accompanied by a patronizing voice "yo magi's, we got freaks to kill" climbing out from the transport, I see a tall white man with a smile few teeth go with it, giving him a disgusted look making my way past him.Gathering at the entrance to a mansion while the rain above us blocking the sun till it looked like night making me feel hopeful for this one, looking up that is "Hey, shadow."

looking over to see my opponent from earlier now with her bandanna over her eyes also with the others near some benches, she waves at me. Making my way to them, seeing armored people setting up computers in a shed, others pitching up tents, I didn't like it, this place been undisturbed for so long. But I need this job. All of them were sitting on a bench or what was left of one. As soon as I sat down we broke off not much else said in two hours it took to set up the command base and give out assignments, we entered the house. It smelled of soil; three chairs were arranged around a coffee table, four bookshelves, a door on the far left side of the entrance that led to more of the castle taking all of this in while my heart beats for anticipation for the fight to ensue in this place.

The silence was shattered by our leader, a white woman in riot gear with blonde hair tied back into a bun by prayer beads "All right we know things have a bit more rushed than usual but that's due to the importance of this operation. Shadow will explain this one better than me."people turned to me "yes, well at the witching hour yesterday morning an uneducated, retarded, idiotic piece of crap priest awoke a nest of demons that were imprisoned in this castle. We are here to take care of this problem" all people nodded moving to the door, while I move to a wall corner draped in black cobwebs" Remember, this kind of demons are Shapeshifters." 

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"An unknown fact about demons in the modern world is that they are a lot less horrific than angels, but in the case of shapeshifters this is not true, but this fact led them to a path of Honor among scholars of the demon world, even some angels."

We continued down a corridor, but my eyes see a forest on fire and humans burning with acid this drawing my mind away from the others, but my shadow tells me that the others "left on different paths" it's only a faint pain in the back of my mind, spirits soar past my face in brilliant colors "while people scream in the background," light fills my face, a glowing warmth "refracted from the old blood". A fog Emanates from the corridors. I need to take a step back from this my name is Shadow, magic exists here, I work for the American government's response force to supernatural occurrences that threaten the public,I am the shadow,shadow…. What exactly am I the shadow of again my mind turns to the center of the room. My mind snapped back to reality as the adrenaline pumped into my head, making Abiel wake causing smog emanate from all across my body forming into a vague human shape with dark red circles for eyes hidden in the smog "wow, you made these guys angry. Also, behind you" it made a jutting move with a wisp of smog, jumping to the right, a javelin pierces my gut, making a steady stream of black blood from my body forming a neat little puddle at my feet. My corpse began to release a steady crackling sound followed by my shadow coming up from the ground then falling onto my meat sack shaking me back from the afterlife, while I whisper a great deal of words in Russian while making moves to the door but stopped when a little girl appeared in front of the door, slicing off her head moving onto the next room. So how exactly far away from the group am I "well that is tricky. So far I have sensed sixty normal humans, thirteen daemons and five other warlocks." walking forward while humming a song that bounced from the walls, filling the building with an unknown tune that did not fit into this place "well this game does seem a bit dreary does need a soundtrack" saying that to myself.

"A will to live must be forgotten to truly understand true magic"- the first four magicians.

Demons are very talkative they talk the ear off of any person who is willing to listen also they love to see us humans die, which sucks. But committing Abiel manifests again as a spider on my shoulder making chattering noises while we walk down an infinite void of a hallway, seeing grueling statues and art that gives a sense of utter terror that is so crushing not even the bravest fool would continue down this path.We continued down the hallway. Abiel broke the crushing silence,"this reminds me of home a little, the flaming cauldrons, the crushing silence, all the pain we went through coming back to our thoughts. Man, I hated that place." I was used to it. A small humming sound started to build in the hallway, a faint smell could be identified in the air also, how annoying. A loud pop is followed by blackness, forcing my mind to flood with memories from a time that has long since passed, seeing a cool summer day on a farmhouse surrounded by tall grass while sitting on a bench on the far side of a field.