zg_shadows | My personal demon and me...

I took his power from him.

That's how this story begins.

Who is 'he'?

He is a Magus, a Namebreaker, a man of magic and power.

Who am I?

That's not a question I am likely to answer now, am I?

I am, however, a person with a gift. I steal things. I steal ordinary things, such as books or gems. I steal somewhat more esoteric things, such as secrets and sins. And finally (and better than all the rest) I can steal greatest things. I can steal will and I can steal power.

And I stole the Magus' power.

At first all I felt was the rush of power. The realm we were standing in, the realm which was killing me, wasn't his anymore. I had taken that. I had it, and it was mine. For a split second I had won and it felt glorious.

Then I felt my hands and feet grow numb. There was a strange and crystalline coldness creeping up inside my veins, and then I felt the taloned hand clutch at the inside of my brain.

Hello... a voice whispered in my ear.

Then I don't really remember anything at all...