*From behind the concrete barriers where diego and him had been sitting, sepher clutches his head in agony. Just after diego had left, pain had wracked through his brain. His eyes began to glase over, and he slumps back, slowly falling into unconciousness.

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His eyes open, but he is not in the city where he expected, but in a rather familiar place. He was in a dank graveyard. He stood, looking around at the familiar sights of tall gravestones all around the little path he was on. He clutched his head and crouched as pain once more lanced his barin. When it dissapated, before each gravestone stood a snarling growling demon. He glares around at them and as his gaze passes over each, it falls silent, but as it leaves them, they once again resume the snarling and growling that they had been doing. Sepher starts moving along the path towards a large set of iron doors, upon which four masks are set. Each mask has somthing engraved on there faces at some place. One had a lion, the others a sword, a fox, and skull. As he aproached, they began to speak in slow, monotonous tones*

Sword: You have returned
Fox: But for what?
Lion: You will find
Skull: Nothing here but death
Sword:You will die
Lion:Will die

Shut up! *screams sepher* I am no scared of you! Let me through these doors! i have had enough of this! I must know what is behind them! Too many times have i been here, only to be shut out by you four, now let me in!

Skull:*Cackles*
Lion: You will die
Sword: Will die
Fox: You deserve death though
Lion: Deserve death
Skull: Go through and die worm!

*The doors slowly grate open, the masks hovering where they were about 7 feet off the ground. Sepher walks under them, all four of the masks cackling after him. As he passes through, the doors slam shut, and he is once again in a new place. Well, if you could call his place of birth new. He stood in the cold, uncultivated fields of his home, the feild backed up to the edge of a cliff that no one knew how far it plumeted. He saw his father using a hoe in the feild, doing nothing but dulling the blade in the tough dirt. He knew what he had to do. The memory of this man has haunted him for so long now.*

I have come to settle this father. i will no longer run from you. i am no longer scared!

*the man straightens and laughs. He turns and tosses the tool off into the distance. he speaks in a raspy voice*

You not going to run away? You are going to run away, you scared little boy. You have always feared me, whats going to change now?

*Sepher drops into his fighting stance, but as he is doing so, his father lunges forwards over the distance and lands a strong punch on his jaw, sending him rolling across the hard ground. He gets up, and whipes the little blood away from his cut lip*

I fear you not longer father, i will run no more!

*Sepher dashes forward, faster then his father had, and lands a punch in his stomach, sending his father realing back. He follows up with a kick in the nose while the man is doubled over. This brings the older man to the edge of the cliff.*

I run no longer father. This is over!

*He draws back, and lets loose upon the staggering man, landing a punch with the heel of his hand directly in his fathers chest. The mans eyes widen in surprise has all the air leaves his body, and his arms extend as his body falls backwards over the edge of the cliff, into oblivion. Several drops of blood drip off his chin from his split lip as he stands at the edge of the cliff, finally having defeated the haunt of his life. His entire feild of vision goes white, and he re-appears on the outside of the iron doors. All four of the masks lay broken on the floor. he turns around and all the demons tha had been growling at him, are now kneeling in respect.He smiles and the entire feild of his vision goes white once more.*

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*He sits up with a start, realizing that there are things to be done. He stands, and almost falls back, dizzyness sweeps over him. For the first in he could ever remember, the souls within him seemed quiet, content. He turnes towards the sounds of battle and walks out onto the road. He looks towards the sounds and sees a rather large battle with the wraiths ensuing*

Shit, im late...

*He starts running up the road, and notices 2 wraits, holding somthing similar to staffs tipped with some sort of gem hovering in the air. He growls, and leaps. As he leaps, there is an instentaneous bright flash, nearly as bright as a sun, and he glides through the air at incredible speeds in his new form. The demon he had taken the shape of had been a lesser god of wind. About 7 foot tall, the wings of the beast spread farther. Horns curled back form the top of his head. There was a smooth face, lacking any visible features but eyes. The rest of the body is smooth, and covered in flowing robes. In its hands is held a poleaxe, made entirely out of condensed air, the blade as sharp as the finest made steel, and then some. He aproaches the two floating wraiths with enough speed that a wake of dust and small bits of debree is created, and as he passes the two, he unleshes a whirlwind of slashes at both. Not sure whether he hit, after he had past them, he turns, snaps his wings open, hovering, and watches the result*

(ooc)