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Post by DoS Archive » Thu Nov 18, 2004 5:54 pm

From: theswordwithin@aol.com (The Sword Within)
Date: 30 Apr 2002 18:58:32 EDT

The lights had long faded over the arena ring's when the cleaning staff stepped into the room, as they did most every night after the duelists had left. Proceeding to their tasks, the small crew dutifully wiped down the tables and bar, cleaning a spot here and there. All was going as usual until one of the crew came across a sword, carelessly left on one
of the tables farther back in the Arena. Its appearance was simple, no elaborate gems or fancy markings. Only the word Lucifer was inscribed on the blade, in simple letters, but clear as day.
The janitor had placed down his dirt covered rag beside the sword, eyeing it for a moment before deciding he'd best hand it over to Nych; he'd know what to do with it. As the man's hand reached down to grasp the hilt, the air seemed to crackle with energy, and as contact was made, the man's expression blanked and his body went limp, but still, he remained standing.
The magic would take only brief seconds to work. The sword's energy seeped in through the man's hand, and was coarsing through his veins within moments. The man was no longer in control, for the sword had taken over. Lucifer was reading through his mind, grasping his feelings, emotions, desires. The man's memories, his past, had opened up to the sword. This was the design of the magic, a design gone horribly out of control.
A voice came calling, "Adam? You there, man?" a hand was waving inches from his face.
"Oh, sorry," the sword responded through the man, "I guess I zoned out there." Adam smiled, signifying everything was all right. The man, Ed, as Adam recognized, seemed satisfied and turned back to his work.
Adam's hands gently rested on the sword and it changed before his eyes to a small dagger, easily placed under his belt. The rag was picked up again, and as the sword's eyes glanced over it, it was set back where it had rested. Not the most admirable position, but it would have to do for now. At least the man had a decent build, he would work well in the dueling atmosphere, until a better vessel came along.
"C'mon boys, s'time for the Annex," the foreman called out. Reluctantly, the command had to be followed in order to maintain the illusion. The rag was left behind as the crew, including Adam, made their way into their final stop of the night.

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