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[Spawn]

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It was a cold and quiet night in Sanctus just like any other. The guards were carrying out their nightly patrols of the city streets. The innkeepers were cleaning up and closing down the Hostel. The citizens were inside their homes having dinner and spending time with their loved ones. All looked quiet throughout the city, except in the Chancellor’s office.

Spawn sat in his office in his chair looking out to the window, where the moon was shining brightly through it. Slowly standing up from his chair, he walked around his office.

“They doubt me… They all doubt me.” Spawn said to himself pacing around the office. He walked to a table located on the other side of the room. On this table were flasks filled with various chemicals, some scattered papers, and a piece of blackrock. Placing his hands to prop himself against the table, a cold stare from his eyes fell upon the blackrock. “Sanctus doubts me… The Regency doubts me… The Royal Court of Light doubts me.” he said with an angry look on his face. His hand slowly crept down to the handle of his bokuto. “They all doubt me!” he yelled out as he unsheathed his bokuto smashing the flasks on his table causing shards of glass and chemicals to scatter all over the table around him.

Spawn slowly walked to his newly created globe that displayed the world of Sosaria on it dragging his bokuto on the ground with him. "Virtue doubts me as well…” he said with a soft chuckle slowly running his free hand down the globe. His gaze went back to the blackrock that was on the table with the broken glass and chemicals. He slowly walked back to the table, dropping his bokuto to the ground. Once at the table, his hand picked up the piece of blackrock and raised it in level with his eyes. He leaned against the table, admiring the rock with his eyes and fingers. “It’s fascinating that such a small object can be so dangerous.” he said as he placed the blackrock back on the table.

Running his hand down the globe again, Spawn gazed upon the surface of globe that had landmasses and bodies of water drawn upon it. “They do not doubt you Spawn…” he said to himself. “No they fear you Spawn… They fear what you can do!” he continued staring blankly at the globe. His gaze changed from the globe to a book, which sat on his desk among scattered papers. The book was the law of Sanctus that he wrote long ago which are used to this day. “The law… I… am… the… law!” he yelled out as he swiped the book off the table watching it glide on the ground slamming against the adjacent wall. He walked to his bokuto that he placed on the ground before and picked it up. “I know now what I must do… it is time for a change.” he said to himself looking at the lone flask that didn’t break. He sheathed his bokuto and with a magic chant hurled a fireball at the flask causing it to explode into pieces of glass shards.

Spawn laughed walking towards the door that led out of his office, his feet making a low crunching sound as they stepped on the glass shards on the ground. His hand opened the metal door as he slowly walked out of the office. Once leaving his office, he walked down the city street disappearing into the night.
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