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[Daerauko]

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Hatred flared up even higher as the remenants of the victums color dissappeared. No more does the shadowy tendrils flow out to sink into the living. The power... the presence... the master has left me... Alone I have wondered this realm since the ties have diminished that fateful day. It was almost an awakening. I am now conscious more since that the voice was no longer dictating or urging my actions, but the burning hatred remained. Oh yes... the hatred remained. Hatred for those with color... those... living. That even though the once ever looming presence is now gone, the hatred for the living will forever remain.

No longer can I change others as me. How many like myself, still remain? As I glide in the shadow realm in my search for that which had left me, I see none.

I have only the shadows, and my desire to remove the color in the world...

As I look down once again on the colorless body... I take in the only happiness that reaches me before I meld into the shadows once more in search for my next victum...