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‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Sevil exclaimed, observing off in the sunset toward the burning spirals of fire crashing the city like a Seattle downpour. Sevil, relaxed and sitting, safely out of reach of the horrific terror, on a hill overseeing the hell below, and more crucially, in front of the now-empty playground he played in as a child. ‘Justice to the sickened has never looked so beautiful, this, this is truly breathtaking,” He said, all while digging his fingers deeper in the grass to where his fingertips became dark from the earth’s crust, pushing its way deep within his nails. ‘Such a shame, though.’ Sevil proclaimed while standing, suddenly, in accolade of his finished work, ‘This place could have been the portal, but they just had to go and screw it up, all within two hours of completing the last test. But alas, the work is done, the guilty have been cleansed in this wretched city, and I have many more cites to judge.’ He said. Sevil, chosen by the Unspoken, then lifted his hand in the air, then in one swift motion crashed his open palm into the dirt with a powerful force, the ground glowing red like a crimson burst of light, then suddenly fading, leaving behind his symbol, a razor-blade edged “S” surrounded by a circle. His work was complete. Dusting off his skillfully tailored suit of all black, then adjusting his neatly fixed red tie, Sevil walked to his next target for their analysis, and ultimately, their judgment.

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Just something that I kind of daydreamed one day. Sounds like it would make interesting book, no?

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