In four minutes, we arrived at Manchester, and we split up from the cul-de-sac to search for my siblings. We each searched the surrounding houses and called their names, but after a quarter hour and no results, we came back together in the middle of the street. Doriyan put his hand on my shoulder. "Claive, I'm sorry."
"Ah, crap! We've got company!" Shayra shouted. A huge group of demons swarmed around us. A large, four-armed devil stepped forward and spoke with a snarl. "So, you children are responsible for killing my troops? Well, no matter. You pathetic beings let your emotions drag you into my trap!" It growled loudly, and three smaller fiends came to it carrying my brother and sisters. "Bro! Help us!" Jerrod cried. The leader picked all three of them up and broke their necks, then threw them at my feet. My body was shaking and I felt my skin tingle. "You cruel son of a b***h... I'LL RIP YOUR ******** HEART OUT!" I yelled, but then my vision became blurry, and I whited out.
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Chronicles of Claive Ilusta
The Journal and log of Claive Ilusta, Kithnalian Immigrant
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