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The air was still on the death level. The highest scope of the City of Demons can be seen here. The train was quiet as the flames disappeared. Censilo drawn his sword back in and watched the train. One figure rose from the train. Censilo smiled towards the figure. Chisoutsa walked off the train and stood towards him. She dropped her gun on the ground and withdrew a sword from her side.   "You are strong like your father," Censilo said.   "It is true. Why did you say my parents were killed?" Chisoutsa asked. Censilo walked over to a table with cups and devices on it, "I thought I did kill your parents. All I did was killed most of the ot

A small party was found lurking towards Censilo's demon throne. The leader stopped the party and turned to them.   "I'm completely lost now. Seriously does anyone know where we are?' he asked. The Prime Leader walked up to the leader and grabbed the map from him. He started looking at it.   "It's all rubbish this Charles. Follow the noise I say. Keep on going upstairs. The Hyper Camp is the highest building in the City of Demon. In the last 20 hours it is now," he told Charles. Miyomoto, Kuzuki, Muri and Yuri were watching on with the Primer Leader and Charles fighting about which direction to take. Charles grabbed the map back from the

The winter chill was fast and painful for the two travelers. The journey to walk around the high scopes of the world was draining. Ice mounted on Chisoutsa as she worn a rich white fur coat as she pulled her sword cutting down ice and snow in front of them. It was silence and eerie where the Soul Mountains were. Most lives were lost here over the years where people have failed to reach the Convoitise Castle. Skeletons of these lost souls were shown under her feet and in the walls of the mountain sides where they cried in pain and fear of their travels. Hew floated behind Chisoutsa feeling the cold too and thinking of the Vampire who took his

The mystery ghost studied Alan Richards for a few moments before Chisoutsa awoke from the ground. The ghost looked at Chisoutsa then back at Alan. There was a fireplace where the group was. It was well kept for a castle looked after by a ghost. “My name is Hew. The village is named after me and our family Alan. The Richards moved to the City of Demons a while ago to get away from our past,” Hew explained. “So my family did live here. Where is everyone else?” Alan asked while stood up and looked at the ghost with a dirty face. “They’re all dead by now but I remain here. I must be lucky. Well you’re awak

There was smirk on Chisoutsa’s face when Mr. Umezu’s face was revealed to them. The smart ex-company owner sat down with them and placed his gun back in his pocket and looked at Alan. His look had changed from a business owner to a man on the run and on holidays. Dressed in a brown suit and still holding some of his high tech devices in his other pockets. “I’m not that surprised I found you here,” Mr. Umzeu started off, “But I am with you Mr. Alan Richards. You’re not fighting against me again, are you?” “No I’m not. I’m looking for a distant family member who lives here. I got into m

The darkness covered the land where a Village was. It was quiet and tender. The village people were peaceful humans who farmed and practice in health and minor spells. Children played outside with bows and arrows. There was a small lake on the left hand side of the Village. The sign post of the Village moved in the wind with the name “Huwette” on it. A figure was walking towards the village for a meeting with a friend of his. He stopped just outside when he saw a machine of some sort badly damaged. It seemed it had been there for weeks. The figure moved his hand over it. A name appeared over the machine called “Black Vixen”