Are You Afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 1, CLOSED]

[agoodomen]

Daimon was taking his dog for a walk in the city. The young puppy had grown, although he was still small. He hadn't taken well to Daimon's disappearance during the Fairplay mission. To be perfectly honest, the feeling was mutual

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[killsfengshui]

Mei-Xing takes walks sometimes. She claims it's to clear her head, but really she does it so she can cleanse the area, trying to make the qi of the City flow smoothly rather than through a million chaotic twists and turns thanks to the emotional content of the monuments there. She could spend years doing this, and it wasn't out of pleasure.

It's purely by bad luck that she turns the corner and catches sight of Daimon. She pauses, examining him, and snorts a little. "Hell of a tattoo you got there."

[agoodomen]

Daimon turned and glared at her. "It is not a tattoo. It is a birthmark!" Why was it that everyone mistook his birthmark for a tattoo? Did he look like the sort of person who would have a tattoo on his chest?

Don't answer that.

[killsfengshui]

Probably because birthmarks are only that detailed in fictions that need a lazy way of identifying a chosen one.

"Pretty detailed birthmark, then." She grins, amused. "You usually see them as blotches or something that looks vaguely duckish, not like some old-style Satanic symbol."

[agoodomen]

HOW DARE YOU INSULT HIS COMICS! Unless they're the 90s one. That can't get enough insults. HIS COMICS WITH THEIR FLOWERY LANGUAGE AND CASUAL SEXISM ARE FLAWLESS!

"The mark of Baphomet, to be precise. Perhaps you have not heard but I am the son of Satan.