Damian sits atop a statue of an angel, eating an apple. He oddly enough enjoyed doing this, even though it angered the spirits. "Ryleav should have been here by now. I don't get it." he sighs. He leaps from atop the statue and lands on his feet. He walks further until he reaches another statue, he stares into its marble face. Something wet hits Damian face, he wipes on his palm. Then he notices, the substance is black. His eyes widen and he looks back at the statue. The black substance would burst from its eyes and nose and mouth, grabbing Damian and pinning him to the statue he was sitting upon. The substance would form a body, the being holding Damian by his throat.
So nice to see you again, son of Lucifer.
The hissing voice, the red eyes. "Ryleav..." Damian says, Ryleav grips his throat tighter and cuts him off.
Yes. In the flesh. Well, your's.
And with that, Ryleav would enter his body through his eyes, nose, and mouth. Damian passes out.
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