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[Isk]

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Two weeks had passed since Isk’s wife removed the Hand of Evil armour from the island of Magincia. Now she had disappeared and Magincia had been all but destroyed. After discovering that the Hand of Evil suit was not to be found in Magincia the daemons pulled back their invasion and left the island leaving nothing but rubble behind. Magincia was in pain.

Since the end of the invasion the Magnate had begun to battle depression. Often he would revert to his old habits of doing drugs, snorting Utopia and smoking it with hashish. His limbs, especially his left hand, often shook now as they used to when he was in need of a fix. Today the Magnate sat himself against a stack of rubble and stared off into the desolate landscape that was once covered in buildings and dotted by citizens.

“W-where are you?” Isk whispered to the nothingness around him as he filled his pipe with Utopia. Scratching at his flint he lit the near blue powder and pressed the lip of the lacquer instrument to the lips of his porcelain mask. Breathing in slowly he began to feel his eyes roll back in his head as the calming effect of the drug quickly came over him. Giving up to the feeling the Magnate inhaled continuously until lungs could not take the build up of smoke. Isk exhaled through his nose and sat there in silence for a time before glancing down at the now empty pipe which still shook ever so slightly in Isk’s unsteady grip. With a frown behind his emotionless mask he set the pipe down and reached behind his back for a bag of Utopia powder which he spilled before him and separated into four lines with his index finger.

Is this what desperation is? He thought. “All my hard work and here I-I am… back at the beginning with little to show f-for myself”



He licked his index finger and picked up a line of Utopia. Bringing it to his nose Isk inhaled the substance with a single breath. He felt the sting right away as the powerful drug crashed against the cartilage of his nose, eating away at it before entering his respiratory system. Without thinking he slipped the finger into his mouth and rubbed the residue against his gums.

Grinning, the Magnate of Magincia looked out into the ruined streets. As the drugs began to take a greater hold he saw his city again. In the Magnate’s drugged up mind everything came to life. The people were back, the trees the boats and the animals near the moongate. Isk reclined back and even though his head was pressed against rubble he did not feel a thing. The only sensation he felt was one of joy, finally some joy. It would only last a few minutes.