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Post by Blood and Roses on Feb 12, 2017 22:00:01 GMT -5
The attacks from the floating sphere had caught Conrad by surprise, but only for a moment. Once he had some distance from the fighting, he was able to watch the Star Ball come and easily deflect it. As it had twice before, the ball returned to its point of origin, someplace behind the wagon. A vicious grin crept onto Conrad's face as he watched it arc away, revolver trained on the glowing golden sphere as it dropped, coming to rest just above the back of the wagon. His finger tightened on the trigger, the hammer levering back--
The sound of breaking glass at his feet made Conrad pause. He looked down at the shingles beneath him, saw the shards of the vial and its lavender contents splattered across his boots. Pink vapors rose up from the fluid as he turned his eyes back to the wagon. There stood the witch from the Chemist shop, watching intently. The grin on Conrad's face became an evil sneer as he retargeted, the revolver's sight resting on the witch's pale chest.
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Virgil and James trailed after Clover as she leaped into the fray, charmed pistols blazing as she battled back the tide of demons. Virgil called warnings as monsters approached, but James cheered and whooped with each shot Clover made. "Woooo! Damn good shootin', girl!" the big ghost hollered as she fired another round into the face of a winged demon, blasting it to dust. James beamed as he watched Clover work, nimbly hurtling a chasm and dropping another beast at the same time. Pride showed clearly on his spectral face.
Clover turned to watch Conrad do battle with the demons, and her eyes narrowed. "What is that!?" she exclaimed, watching in horrified fascination.
"That," droned Virgil, "is Atta, the Angel of Desolation." He shook his head, standing beside Clover as they watched. Virgil's eyes focused on something in the crowd. "What in the hell--" His eyes suddenly went wide. "Steven!" he screamed, voice seized with hysteria. He sped like an arrow toward his brother.
James watched in stunned disbelief as Virgil threw himself into the crowd of demons. In life, valor had never been one of his studious brother's virtues, and despite his incorporeal state, Death hadn't changed that. To watch Virgil leap into the thick of the action was like watching a hare charge into the waiting jaws of a wolf. He scanned the crowd, finally catching sight of Steven, or rather his Star Ball, hurling his golden bauble at Conrad and screaming a challenge. Conrad deflected the attack, his blessed revolver following the ball back to where Steven hid behind the wagon.
"Stevie, no!" James cried. Clover raised her pistol, following Conrad's movements with a sure, steady hand as Caelyn stepped behind Steven, arm poised to hurl something of her own at the possessed Sheriff. James didn't know what the witch's game was, but she was making her play now. He feared that Clover and Caelyn would spoil each other's shot.
James reached up and put a large hand on Clover's shoulder. "Check fire, Rosebud," he spoke quietly, careful not to disturb her aim. The charmed revolver hummed audibly as Clover aimed. It practically vibrated, James noted.
"Hold," James muttered. Caelyn launched her strike, a purple missile crashing at Conrad's feet.
"Hold," James urged as the pink vapors rose up toward Conrad's face.
"Hold!" Conrad turned his aim on Caelyn as the pink fumes curled up around his face.
"Fire!" Clover's shot was a burning comet that hurtled straight and true.
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A streak of light ripped through Conrad's shadow, and his face changed, the sneer replaced by an expression of shock. He gasped, sucking in a great lungful of the pink vapors that swirled around him. As he breathed in the fumes, the entire pink cloud followed behind, forcing its way into his body, an impossible quantity of air to fit into a man's lungs.
Conrad's body jerked straight up, rigid and shaking violently. Every muscle locked as he trembled like one in the throes of a grand mal seizure. His eyes opened wide, glowing a brilliant rose-colored light that grew lighter, brighter, until they shone as white as the light of Redemption.
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The shadowless prison was suddenly filled with smoke, a pink effervescence that permeated the air. Conrad couldn't help but breath it in, and as he did he felt a surge of strength blaze through his veins. Vigor returned to his limbs, clarity sharpened his mind. He felt stronger, sturdier, and with a shout he strained against the thick coils that bound him. The beast howled, filling the prison with a cry loud enough to crack stone, but Conrad struggled on. He felt the coils starting to give way.
The black cloud walls shot through with pink lightning that raced around and around, leaping out to strike at the serpentine coils and thick scaly ropes of demonic flesh. Each flash of light made the beast roar with pain and anger, each blast against its body causing spasms and shudders along its length. Conrad felt its grip on him loosen, not much, but enough that his joints slid back into alignment. He surged against the monster each time a glowing lance ripped into the demon, and with a powerful heave, Conrad tore himself free from the monster's grasp.
Conrad swelled and expanded as the beast attempted to grapple him again, but he quickly grew too large for it to trap. His body rapidly expanded to fill the prison until he strained against the walls around him. The coils of the demonic beast were at his feet, and he seized it in one titanic hand. It curled around his wrist, and Conrad squeezed with all his strength. The beast thrashed like a snake in his hand, but he has finally seized control of the demon.
Conrad felt his body straining against the invisible ceiling, against the cloud walls. He curled his body tight, then with one last mighty surge, Conrad broke through the walls and fell into an endless tunnel of blinding white light.
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The sheriff gave one final shiver, and the light left his eyes. He collapsed bonelessly, his knees striking the roof of the sheriff's office before the rest of him fell over the edge. Conrad struck the ground like a discarded ragdoll and lay still.
Six spectral voices cried out as one, calling their fallen brother's name. Six ghostly figures raced through the town, streaking toward the sheriff's comatose body. Six brothers swarmed over their youngest sibling, crying out to him in frantic voices as the demonic plague began to close in around them.
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Post by Plot Puppets on Feb 15, 2017 2:24:09 GMT -5
Conrad fell from the roof of the Sheriff's Office to the street below. The holy blade Redemption bounced out of his lifeless hand and clattered to the dust, coming to rest in the middle of the road. The earth trembled and the sheriff's office gave a final shudder and collapsed upon itself as if the fall of its last resident signaled its demise. Dust and debris filled the air with a choking cloud as the building came to its final rest. For a moment, all was silence and stillness.
A cry rose up from within the horde, the thin soprano wailing of a willowy humanoid beast that was soon joined by the deep bass rumbling of a toad-like monstrosity with a maw full of short fangs. The cry was taken up by others, growing and swelling until it swept through them like a wave of demonic jubilation. The demonic plague, once united in purpose and drawn by the light of the blessed blade now resting in the dust scattered across the town, seeking warm flesh and souls ripe for plucking.
The rider on his pale horse watched all from afar, observing the slaughter through every demonic eye, tasting each drop of human blood and meat on demonic tongues. It shuddered in vile ecstasy as cold, hard darkness penetrated Cat Wilson's warmth, violating her in body and soul, and exulted in the dark seed planted therein.
The sheriff's blade and revolver had been like cold fire on its skin with each demon banished by their touch. His fall sent a thrill through its wicked being, and otherworldly laughter rang out across the desert landscape. The rider turned its attention to the last survivors of Deepdweller's Gulch.
Most had taken shelter in one of the few buildings still standing, the Saloon that had refused to fall despite the tremors that rocked the rest of the town Some were fighting back, firing at the demonic horde through windows and doorways to provide cover for the last stragglers as they stumbled in, or opening fire on any beast that dared to venture too close. The rider waved his hand, and a slew of demons turned its attention to focus on breaking into the Saloon and slaughtering all within.
A strange, antlered woman was putting up resistance from the covered porch of a shop across the street from the Saloon, enchanted pistols blazing. The rider dispatched a squadron of flying devils to end that resistance but could see it would do no good. The shop was protected by powerful enchantments, their arcane energy pulsing in the night air.
That same energy radiated from another, far more potent source. A witch of unmatched power battled its minions in the street, destroying the rider's pets with sickening ease. The rider frowned, and sent a wave of slithering, wriggling, crawling monstrosities to try its luck against the woman. Perhaps it could overwhelm her with sheer numbers.
The rider turned its attention to an odd pair of women who did battle in the shadows of Deepdweller's Gulch. One was mercurial of form, sliding between animal shapes to something halfway between human and beast. The taint of dark power lay thick upon her, and her energy had a familiar smell. The other smelled of death; no heat warmed her pale skin, no heart beat in her breast, and her slender fangs marked her as a vampire. The women were absorbed in their battle, paying little heed to the monstrosities around them. The rider nodded, and several of its favorite minions turned their attention to them as the shapeshifter collapsed to her goat-like knees.
A towering beast, a great stone in the stream of demonic flesh, turned and lumbered away from the crowd. It knuckle-walked on four pillar-like arms that ended in massive fists and two short legs. Fur stained red with blood covered most of its enormous torso, and sharp bones protruded at its elbows, knees, hips, and shoulders. A heavy, ape-like head sat atop a thick neck, complete with a wolfish snout and lolling tongue. Three beady eyes stared down at Pattie and Sparrow.
"These don't smell edible," the blood ape said, sniffing toward the pair with its lupine snout as it approached. It squinted at Pattie and Sparrow from the other end of the street.
"They don't look too appetizing, either," said another demon. This one was serpentine, a thick tail of smooth, leathery gray skin topped by a humanoid torso with long, boneless tentacle arms and a shark-like head. It scuttled between the blood ape's great arms on a hundred long human fingers.
A screech split the night air as a third demon joined them. It resembled a human woman, nude and of desirable form, long legs and wide hips curving into a trim waist below large, perky breasts. A slender neck led to a face of striking, statuesque features. The image of human beauty ended there, as long black needle-like growths curved back and down from the demon's skull and shoulders instead of hair. Great black wings sprouted from the creature's back, covered in the same long, sharp spines instead of feathers. It lit upon the blood ape's broad shoulder, delicate feet coming to rest beside the bony protrusions that crowned it. "We don't have to eat them," she said. She shook out her wings, and the nettles on them rattled against each other. "We can just play with them a while."
The three demons smiled toothy, demonic smiles as they advanced slowly toward Patti and Sparrow. The two were still fifty yards away, but blood ape's long arms quickly ate away the distance as the serpentine slithered up to crawl along a rock face like an insect. The spiny angelic figure ran a hand down her naked body, exulting in the promise of fresh blood.
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Post by Pattilia Longfellow on Feb 22, 2017 17:24:41 GMT -5
- 'I wonder if I can bring your daddy back from the dead...'
The present danger dropped from her conscious, and Patti couldn't see anything but red as the anger and bloodlust filled her being from Sparrow's taunting. Instantly she was on her hands and feet in a sprinter's pose, but looked more like a feral animal. The faun's moment of surprise was all the time she needed to cover the distance between them, fangs bared. Sparrow's own clawing at the collar and tiara blocked Patti's attempts to tear her throat out, and the vampire screamed in frustration, shoving back on the smaller woman amidst the pleas for help. If Sparrow wanted the tiara off, Patti could help with that, especially if it involved inflicting pain.
Fingers wound and hooked into the golden device's thin metalwork, and her other hand indelicately braced against the top of Sparrow's head. The tiara proved stronger than it looked, Patti heaving with all her strength, but the satisfying rip of metal from flesh and bone quenched her thirst for misery and pain. The collar was next, shoving the heel of her boot into Sparrow's breastbone while ripping the strange jewelry from her friend's neck.
The blood tears, the oozing wounds -- it was a touch too much to keep the redhead at bay, and she dove on her old friend, licking off what she could from the punctures without adding new ones. It wouldn't be enough to slake her thirst, of course, but it had the welcome effect of clearing her consciousness, like a breath of cool, fresh air on a stuffy day.
At first.
What Patti didn't realize until now was there was an excellent reason Sparrow hadn't been drained dry by the vampires of the whorehouse during her employ. While Pattilia felt a surge of strength to her undead muscles, she also felt the sudden horrible headache and stomach cramps that went with it - like drinking too much from Old Man Jasper's coffee pot in one go. Patti could only guess that Sparrow was something between human and supernatural, and thankfully not undead - Tamassa has been clear about not drinking dead blood and the effects it could have.
Clutching her head, Patti just barely had the sense to look around to catch sight of the three approaching demons. With Sparrow inexplicably unconscious, the taunts were gone, and Patti's anger was replaced with an acute survival instinct. The redhead swallowed the lump in her throat, and realized she'd left her gun in the dirt with her knife. How many shots did she even have left? Not enough to kill any of them was her best guess, but she could still cover her retreat. Scooping up the gun, the first shots rang out at the slithering human centipede monstrosity. The knife was sheathed, and she ducked and buried her shoulder into the slumped Sparrow, hoisting her up before firing another shot and making her retreat. The sound of gunfire from the saloon was a dwindling beacon of hope, so Patti made a run for the rear of the whorehouse to avoid getting herself caught in the crossfire.
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Post by Clover Stardust on Mar 21, 2017 18:51:43 GMT -5
Clover watched in horror, feeling the desolation and exhaustion in Sheriff Conrad as if it was her own. She ran towards his lifeless body, snarling at the demons that surrounded them with an animal rage. The spectral antlers that appeared on her forehead glowed with a brilliant white and blue, the aura seemed to suddenly rage around her, encasing her body like flames. She saw Redemption, lying in the dust, somehow not as impressive when not wielded by Conrad, she could feel the blade pulse with energy with her third eye. She crouched towards it and felt the energy churn as she tried to pick the blade up. Her revolver stull purring in her hand.
‘Come on, swordy, don’t you backfire on me now, ya’hear’.
Clover whispered as she pushed her hand through the energy.
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Pattillia ran with Sparrow draped across her shoulders, when the Demon struck, huge, obscene creatures from the pits of hell. Something happened to Sparrow, she moved, ever so slightly, suddenly she was a woman no longer, but a brilliant green python, wrapped around Patti’s shoulders. Her body changed again, shifting off Patti, in one smooth motion, a massive, ferocious African Elephant, exploded where the Snake once was. If Pattillia would allow it, the elephant would scoop her up in her trunk and sit her atop the elephants back. Sparrow reared up, her trunk high in the air, her tusk low and sharp. She raged. Running at an alarming speed, there was nothing quite like a charging African Elephant. Sparrow aimed to charge through the Demon, her tusk, pointed decided at the biggest of their rank.
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Post by Plot Puppets on Apr 9, 2017 2:12:46 GMT -5
Clover ran toward Conrad's lifeless body, snarling at the demons that surrounded them with an animal rage. The spectral antlers that appeared on her forehead glowed with a brilliant white and blue, the aura seemed to suddenly rage around her, encasing her body like flames. The demons skittered back, startled by this sudden display of arcane power. She crouched to retrieve Redemption from where it lay on the street.
‘Come on, swordy," Clover muttered, "don’t you backfire on me now, ya hear?".
The blood ape roared when Patti looked its way, and the snakelike beast scuttled up along the rock face that made one side of the dark alley as she opened fire. The shot ricocheted off the ground where it had been moments before, and the monstrosity chomped its gaping shark jaws in anticipation. The dark angel let out an ear-piercing shriek and took wing, swooping low in front of the charging blood ape. Its beauteous face was frozen in an obscene leer, lips parted in ecstasy as it closed on the fleeing pair. Patti's second shot tore through one black wing, and the creature crashed to the ground, rolling over and over in the dust. The blood ape let out a roar and leaped over its fallen companion, heavy fists pounding the earth as it landed.
Sparrow's transformation and the sudden appearance of a raging African elephant caught the blood ape unaware. It backpedaled, scrambling to ready itself to receive Sparrow's charge, but its great bulk couldn't stop quickly enough. The beast skidded in the dust, two great arms dragging behind to slow its rush. It held out the other pair to seize the elephant's tusks, the two behind braced against the ground. The elephant collided with the blood ape with a crash of flesh against fur, sending out a shockwave that made the earth tremble. The two titanic beasts surged against each other, the elephant's massive trunk-like legs churning as the blood ape attempted to twist its head aside by its great ivory tusks.
With an angry, blaring trumpet the elephant tore loose of the demon's grasp. The ape fumbled to regain its grip, but Sparrow's rage was too potent, her strength too great, for the demon to stop. Huge tusks slashed clean through the thick muscles of the monster's belly, rending the ape nearly in half. As its vile innards spilled forth onto the ground, its bracing arms buckled, and the ape crashed to the dirt with a howl of agony. The elephant's legs kept pounding, carrying it right over the demon, its great feet smashing through bone and flesh as it trampled on toward the Saloon.
The corpse white centipede-like demon launched from the rock face as Sparrow trampled past, scuttling quick as a snake around one thick leg and onto the elephant's belly. Huge shark jaws opened wide as it rushed around the elephant's torso and up onto its hips. It reared up high above the elephant's back like a cobra preparing to strike, jaws gaping wide and tentacles waving madly. Patti screamed a challenge as she turned to raise her revolver. She fired a shot that bounced off the creature's rubbery hide. The demonic head descended with blinding speed, jaws extended as it struck.
The monstrous shark-jaws snapped shut with a crack, mere feet from closing on Patti. It struck again, but couldn't breach the distance between it and the fiery-haired vampire. It reared back, gurgling in rage as it prepared to strike once more. The beast's long body thrashed as it slid backward by a foot. The human fingers scrabbled to find purchase, but it slid further. The demon realized too late that the elephant had seized its tail with its muscular trunk and was attempting to drag it down.
Patti grinned and cocked the hammer of her revolver. "Tryin'na eat me, you ugly sumbitch?" Her face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Have a taste o' this!" The revolver spat hot lead straigt into the demon's gaping jaws. The demon reared up high above Patti, frozen. Sparrow gave one last mighty heave, and the demon fell back and away, a smoking hole in its squaline head, falling limply beneath the elephant's charging feet.
The rider on its pale steed scowled as its champions fell; two of them were dead, and the third injured and retreating. The plague of demons was being battled back by a small band of survivors, including the witch and the strange antlered gunslinger. He clenched his fist, and the demonic horde howled as one. They surged forward once more, railing at the survivors in the Saloon, at the witch, at the gunslinger who now raised the fallen sheriff's sword.
The horde of demons hesitated in their advance against Clover, warily eyeing Redemption clutched in her fist. With each move they flinched, expecting the blade to leap into action and cleave their flesh. Clover swung the blade back and forth, sending demons scrambling back, and though each stroke of the blade split the air with a razored hiss, the magic within remained inert. After a minute of observation, the rider smiled and raised its fist. The beasts closed in around Clover in a howling, cackling, screaming tide.
The stench of burning flesh and singed hair caused those around her to cough and gag as Cat Wilson threw the final.bucket of water over the now smoldering storefront. Wiping the sweat from her soot stained brow she stood up and dropped the bucket back into the horse trough, the wooden bucket making a loud clang against the empty metal. Men and women ran around screaming as the last remaining demons picked them off one by one. Feeling eyes upon her, Cat looked up towards the second story window of the saloon which was surprisingly untouched. Madame Tamassa was watching the scene unfold beneath her, her golden eyes glowing as they took in the sight of bloodshed, torture, and misery. She watched as Cat turned away from the smoking buildings and starting shepherding the few remaining survivors towards the saloon. Despite the huge number of demons still ravaging hell around her, Tamassa looked on as Cat walked through the centre of town completely untouched. Cat met her gaze, her arm around the shoulder of a young girl who had lost both her mother and father in this horrific battle. Murmuring words of encouragement to the girl, Cat broke her staring standoff with Tamassa long enough to lock eyes with a horned beast that was heading straight for the girl beside her. The demon visually balked and skirted to the left, grabbing a skinny farmer waving a pitchfork and ripping his head from his torso with one bite. The girl screamed and Cat pulled her tighter, picking her up as she reached the steps on the porch of the saloon. Inside was organized chaos as the injured survivors were treated in a makeshift triage at the rear of the bar. Horrified people hovered at the grimy windows, unable to look away from the nightmare outside. Cat put the girl down gently beside her, her lips curved into a gentle smile as the girl whimpered and clung to her leg. Stroking the girls golden head, Cat whispered sweet nothings as she led the girl over to a group of women. One of them recognized the girl and rushed forward to hug her niece, fresh tears rolling down her cheek. Leaving the duo to their reunion, Cat joined the group by the window. Tutting under her breath she sighed as she joined the group in watching their sheriff in action. "I can't believe what a mess we are in, can you?" She muttered as the others turned and nodded. " I mean did you see all of these beasts arrive??? Seems to me they followed the sheriff into town?! So much for him keeping us safe!! If you ask me.. this is all HIS fault.." leaving the group to mull over her words, she offered another smile and a slight curtsey before moving on to the next group. Tamassa watched it all from the top landing of the stairs, her heightened hearing picking up Cat's poisonous gossip despite the din of the people below. "What the fuck are you up to?" Tamassa hissed before an explosion from the middle of town drew her attention back to the window just in time to see a large black wing swoop past the glass. It was still a few hours until the sun was due to rise and Tamassa folded her arms in front of her as she considered going out to lend a well-manicured hand to the fight outside. After a minute to consider, and directing her whores to administer more drinks and bandages, she decided she would do better to keeping me the saloon operating as the only harbor in the raging storm of misery that appeared, at least at first glance, to be Conrad's undoing.*
The six ghosts of the deceased Conrad brothers screamed and railed at their still-living brother, lying motionless on the street. Walter thundered, Steven begged, James and Silas hollered and hurled insults in hopes of stirring him. The sheriff gasped and let out a ragged cough. Samuel cheered.
"Get up, boy!" Walter barked.
"Up, Alister!" Virgil urged, watching as Clover desperately battled back the demons. "She can't stop them much longer!"
James stood beside Clover, shouting out warnings and watching her back. "Come on, Rosebud! Hold on, he's coming to!"
A piercing screech filled the air as a flying beast with the head of a crone and foot-long talons descended toward the fallen sheriff. Clover quickly stepped over his body and raised her charmed pistol high. Conrad's eyelids fluttered open weakly as Redemption hung low above him. As Clover blasted the feathered monster out of the sky with a well-aimed shot, Conrad seized the enchanted blade in one hand. "Clover," he croaked. "Speak--" he coughed again. "Speak it's name." Then he ran his hand down the blade, leaving a trail of blood on its sharp edge. His eyes closed as he whispered, "Banish the demons."
The six spirits of the Conrad brothers grew stiff as they moved into a ring around Clover. Their eyes glowed, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, as the specters began chanting in an otherworldly tongue. Their voices echoed and reverberated, growing stronger and louder. The world within their ring went negative, white on black, as glowing lines of power traced a circle around them, and from each ghost to the others, forming a glowing, arcane seal that sizzled and seethed with otherworldly energy. The world seemed to rotate around them as the seal grew brighter, a shaft of black light pouring up toward the heavens.
Time stood still at the center of the seal, where Clover stood protectively over Conrad. She could feel the power of the sword reaching into her, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Her anima flared brighter, roared higher, the antlers on her forehead shining a brilliant white light. She raised the saber aloft reverently and cried out, "Redemption!"
The light of the seal burst forth into the material plane, erupting in a column of blinding white light that seemed to reach the heavens. The demonic plague on Deepdweller's Gulch cried out in terror, fleeing as the light grew and expanded. Those not fast enough to escape the holy light disintegrated in the brilliance, their evil essence wiped from the existence. The fires burning within the town were snuffed as the illumination passed. The light spread rapidly, the seal within expanding with it until it was large enough to encircle the whole town in its protection. The town was lit like high noon, and not a shadow existed in any corner.
The rider let loose a scream of agony that echoed across the desert, clutching its eyes and shaking violently. Its pale horse shuddered and bolted, carrying its master away from the mine and the town beyond. The demons that survived the holocaust of divine power scattered into the desert, fleeing the holy destruction in terror to seek their retreating master.
Clover stared about the town, lit bright as noon. The six Conrad ghosts stood around her, clear and visible with her own two eyes. James stood before her, and his face held a strange look of pride and satisfaction as he looked her over. The others had similar expressions as they moved to clap her on the back or shoulder, and Steven threw his arms around her waist in a small, ghostly hug.
The light of the magic seal began to fade, and so did the image of the Conrad brothers, along with the nimbus of power surrounding Clover. In its wake, it left a sensation of peace and safety. As night returned to Deepdweller's Gulch, the last light to fade was that of Redemption itself, the brilliant luminance dwindling down to a single twinkle that ran along its edge to the saber's tip, where it twinkled a moment longer before winking out.
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