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The sound of thunder and lightning cracked along the sky. Rain fell from the skies in a mass of pounding and noise. The ground almost shakes with the force of the elements above. The night was black and the moon herself was covered by the feuding winds and clouds. A small town below was dark and what lights that were on flashed barley able to keep on. No one moved in the streets afraid of the things that crawled in the night and in the storm. This town was a haven for everything deadly and townsmen watched from there windows with rifles.
Along a road entering the city was a figure dressed in a black coat. a hood covering his face. The flashed from above showed that the only feature that could be seen was his mouth and on it was a small smile. He walked into the town toward the center which made way to a small park. In the center was a canopy and the only dry part of the land. There he walked and when he was under the shelter he looked up to the waring skies and gave another smile. His gloved hands flexing to his sides and waiting for what he knew would come. He spoke, and his voice sounded angelic yet held power This is going to be one hell of a night