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[1ofthehorsemen]

A tall, handsome man enters the Nexus. He has blond hair, blue eyes and wings.

"This thing inside me, how I can get it out?"

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[kingofatlantis]

Captain Marvel floats over, looking concerned, in all his six-foot, primary color clad glory. "Thing...?"

[1ofthehorsemen]

"This...devil."

[statsraaden]

I beg your pardon? What thing?

[1ofthehorsemen]

Warren stays quiet for a while. He doesn't want to admit that he has no power over Death, but if here is the only place he can find an answer, he has to be honest.

"The devil inside me."

[statsraaden]

What do you mean? *And be specific or Stats'll suggest surgery.*

[1ofthehorsemen]

"My DNA...he messed with my DNA and now I have this...'things' inside me and no one knows how to get them out."

[Yeah, he's not much of a help, but science was never Warren's thing. He tried to explain it as better as he could.]

[disinformative]

"What kind of thing?" A nearby girl shifts her backpack and leans forward to look at him, eyes wide. "Is it a medical thing? Or a personal thing? Or a... huh. I can't think of any other kinds."

[1ofthehorsemen]

"The devil," he says not expecting her to understand him. No one can. They can't understand how that thing feel inside of him. The things he makes him think...

[disinformative]

"Well, that's an unusual thing to have. Really the devil, or just a devil, can you tell? Is it in your mind?"

[1ofthehorsemen]

"No, um," Well, he doesn't know what to say. Give him numbers and money and he'll make you a million, but DNA is more Hank's thing. "There's thing thing, Death, one of the four horsemen," he looks at her to see if she's following him or if she's about to call to come and get him. "He's inside me. And he wants out."