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Ever let out another quiet sigh, and began walking out of the ballroom

I slowly start to become sober as I walk to the stage and climb up.

Damien woke up and he noticed people at a bar. He decided to leave them alone and walked to a nearby corner taking out a knife that was in his pocket. He was wearing a brown and black tuxedo and pants. He cut himself over the scar he had let heal again and cried out in pain when he did.

I hear the cry and look up, walking over to Damien. "What are you doing?" I ask, becoming more sober.

Damien laughs as blood trickles through his wound. “I’m only reopening my scar.” Damien says a little psychotically. Wiping his own blood on the knife onto his pants.

My ears flatten and I take the knife. "Please don't hurt yourself."

“I’m done for the day anyways but please be my guest and take away my knife.” Damien says with a smile that would be considered to be horrifying. His right eye began to twitch as he tilted his head slightly to the left and began to laugh.

I slowly step back and put the knife behind my back.

He slowly turned to Damien"What the hell happened to you?"

Damien stopped laughing. “Oh but it gets more interesting. My name is Damien Curtis Arthur and I can’t wait to meet you all.” Damien says

*and possibly try to kill the person who kidnaped me* he thought in his head

I give the knife to the Doctor and grab my dress. "Well, this all has been fun but i'm going to bed.."

“Oh now sir don’t worry about me I’m just broken like everyone should be in this world.” Damien reply’s to Odysseus laughing once more slowly walking toward Odysseus while laughing.

I bleat in fear at that statement and quickly leave, going to my room.

"And what are going to do?"he asked as Damien came closer

Damien laughed like a psychotic. “You don’t need to know now do you?” As Damien spoke an illusion was cast on Odysseus and what he saw hovering over Damien was Pure darkness laughing with him manifesting into a deformed monster of horrible proportions with blood dripping from Damien’s wound as he continued walking toward Odysseus.

"Its not real! It can't hurt me. Only you can"

“You wanna bet your life on that?” Damien asks smiling like a lunatic and still walking toward Odysseus but walking even slower now.

"No, I don't make bets"he walked towards Damien, putting his hand on his shoulder.