Mystic Dark

Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

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I Did It My Way! Janice vs Basket- Finale (Janice)

I watched as Basket slightly raised his hand to the side. Suddenly, he swiped and all the dust and soot from the city flew away.

Basket stood in the middle of the now cleared street. His posture straight. His demeanor questionable. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I could barely defend myself if he did anything.

“Am I going to die here?” I thought.

Death was a concept that I yearned for so long… but could never reach. More so after the war. After everything that I had did. After everything that I had brought upon the human race.

I watched as Basket took in a deep breath. I watched as the air filled his lungs. Only to release it in a deep sigh. He looked calm. Relaxed. He was getting for something. I wasn’t sure what.

I stumble to stand. My feet catching my fall. I stood as far as I could muster. I was drenched in my own blood. My body still sore and very much in pain.

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