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[/size][fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px][align=center][color=red]Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark. Can't be sure when they've hit their mark[/fancypost][size=1pt]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black]A fued for the ages, two boys born from foes. One born in the fire of rage and battle and the other born in the light of the world. Mortal enemies from the start, no choice for themselves.
One boy trained to fight, to kill, a demon we will call him.
The other born innocent, sheltered from the world and anything bad, made for good. We will call him an Angel.
But what happens when their words collide?[/fancypost]
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In their late 20's now the two boys have been pulled away from their lives just enough to not have their parent's constantly looking over their shoulders. Never have meeting before the two find themselves facing each other without realizing it.
One night at a bar Salem has a little to much. The Angel is nice enough to take him home and soon things happen. Waking up the next morning the two reveal their history and soon they have to struggle with the fact of their love?
Hiding it while they can until it's too late, but what will happen when they will have to confront their families?
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Salem:
I was born to a family of fire driven people. War in their blood, violence. We had picked up the nick name 'Demon Family.' Our opponents the 'Angel Family.' Sweet, innocent, nothing like us.
Growing up I was taught these Demon like ways, a mysterious look on my face constantly. Dark clothes covered my body, wither it be a dark maroon shirt accented by a leather jacket and black jeans with dark red sneakers. Or a dark grey shirt with black jeans, I didn't go any where near 'real colors' it was just the clothing I was brought up with. I stayed quite most of the time, not really feeling like listening to the idiotic people in my life talk about stuff they don't know anything about.
The bar was in the same building as my apartment, I always stopped by when I got home before I went up. Wither it was just to have a smoke and then go on my way, or a few drinks and a smoke or two.
Tonight I felt like a drink. Sitting in the dark foggy room, a short glass or a dark whiskey sitting in front of me. A cigarette dangling on my lip as I sat their quietly. Watching the bar tender out of the corner of my eyes as my hand reached up to grab the cigarette. Pulling it from my lips and tapping it into the ash tray next to the drink. Placing the white stick into the holder before I reached to grab the drink. Feeling the cool glass on my finger tips as I brought it to my lips. Taking one last swig of the drink before I set it back on the counter. "Another one bartender."[/size][/glow] [/fancypost][align=center]
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