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empire bigger than you will ever have. Just give me control over your brain, sell me your soul and you shall see my power.”
         Leosher’s face was covered too. This was exactly why Asurot had cloaked him, to save him from creatures like this one. There was some sort of black smoke that kept his face hidden, no matter how hard he tried, it did not go away. This saved Leosher by the potential threat of getting killed by the creature in real life.
         The shadowy figure walked up to him and tried to move that smoke to see his face but all of his tries were futile. When he finally realized that no matter how much he tried the smoke was not going away, he simply began talking “Join me, and all your desires shall be fulfilled.”
         “I am the prince of all gods, what do you have to offer me?”
         “If you do not join me, you will only gain control over Thraenus and Aseroth, but if you join me, I can give you control over the entire Universe. There are other worlds that you can conquer, such as Earth.”
         Leosher listened to him but thought he was bluffing “How can I trust you?”
         “I have no reason to prove anything to you. I am doing a favor” said he “All you have to do is give me control over your mind and soul. I can unlock your inner beast.”
         Leosher smiled again “Why does a shadowy figure want control over me? Why my mind? Why not somebody else?”
         When Leosher said that, the figure’s eyes opened wide and produced and sharp beam of red light that woke him up.
         He was lying in the same position, near the fire but something seemed different. There were shadows around him and when he finally got up to see what was going on, he was surrounded by men, not his own, but somebody else’s. Leosher quickly got up and got ready to battle “What is the meaning of this?”
         Then a man came from between the men. He was wearing eerie clothes. He was wearing a mermaid’s skin’s jacket and was looking like he had not showered in months. He also had a long thick and very dirty beard. He wore leather pants and high boots. His teeth were yellow and had a curved sword in his hand. He also wore a laced white shirt which was no longer white because he had never washed it.
         “You will be held captive if you do not tell us who you are?” He said.
        Leosher laughed at him “I am the prince of the gods of Aseroth, the rightful ruler of Thraenus, Leosher you ignorant fool.”
         “Oh so you are the son of Asurot,” said the man, “Well then prove it!”
         Leosher took the Scythe that Arusus had given him and held it tight “How many are going to fight me?” he asked “I have to know.”
         The man laughed “I have plenty of men and at least 3 quarters of them will fight you.”
         Three quarters of his men were almost the size of his own army. Leosher looked around and smiled and got ready to battle. He put the blade of his Scythe down in the fire and suddenly, flicked it. The ashes and sparks from the fire blinded many of the men around him and this marked the beginning of the battle. He spun the Scythe in a spiraling motion and killed many.
         He was brutal; he took their heads off in one blow. There were bodies and heads lining up everywhere. The beach was covered in puddles of blood and the entire atmosphere suddenly turned grim. The giant empty ships in the sea made it even grimmer.
         The Scythe was extremely powerful and proven to be a great companion to Leosher. He killed everyone who battled him with the help of the scythe and just when he was about to kill the leader, the man yelled “Stop! Stop!—okay, you win, you are Leosher, the son of Asurot, the prince of all gods—I believe you.”
         Leosher stopped and took a deep breath and when he looked around he sighed “What have I done? What has become of me?”
         Though he was becoming evil, there still