The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Heres my cutscene for azazel. Hope you all like it, its a bit different from what i normally make, so it took some time and isn't the best cutscene:*

Memories are hard on the mind. Some are easy to find joy in. Some, not so much. He recalled the first thing he remembered of that night. Fear. It was... dark, and he was scared. Blood dripped onto the forest floor from his wounds. Slash marks littered his arms, but they were far from self inflicted. It instead looked as if he was attacked with a weapon of some sort, something sharp. His heavy breath was easily seen in the cold air. His face was wet. From sweat, or from tears, he could not tell. He could barely recall what had lead up to this event. His back pressed up against the tree, the bark stabbing into his skin. He could hear the yelling in the distance, past the ringing in his ears. They would find him soon, whether he ran or stayed, they'd always find him. His legs ached from the running, and he was tired. He just wanted to rest, let the sweet embrace of unconciousness take him. But he couldn't let it. He had a feeling that if he saw that all encompassing darkness again, he would never return to the light. He closed his eyes, staring into that horrifying darkness for only a few seconds before he heard it. Footsteps, a lot of them. He had to run, fight, something. But his legs refused to move. He listened as the footsteps grew closer. You're a coward. He heard it in his head. He shook his head, trying to silence the voice, but it only grew louder, You're a coward, and you'll die here. The voice said. The footsteps were only a couple feet away now. He didn't want to die.

The man carried his axe in one hand, a lantern in the other. He had been hunting the creature for a while now, his group behind him. Now they had been led to the forest, a dark place which sas difficult to navigate. He could hear breathing nearby though, and new from the scent of its blood that they were nearby. The trees blocked a majority of his sight, but he could tell where the breathing was coming from. Years of survival training would never go to waste. As he neared one of the trees, he heard the stomping as Azazel ran from his now compramised hiding spot. The man smiles, "You can't run forever!" He yells after them, laughing as he follows the fresh footprints.

The darkness grew in the forest as azazel runs, hearing the laughter of his persuer. "I don't want to die." The thought ran through his mind again and again. He raced through the forest, the branches raking across his face. He was running aimlessly, he knew he wouldn't be able to escape from them. Fear. It rushed through his veins like blood. Blood. He heard the voice again, and he didn't like it. Was he going crazy? Had all this running finally got to him? You are a worthless coward. You're too scared to fight for your life. Azaze; covered his ears, hoping to block out the voice.

[1 hour later]

The screams were horrible. The man convulsed on the ground, blood stained the floor. Azazel looked at the sight, taking it in for only a moment, before he chose to run again, dropping the axe onto the floor. Even though he was alone, he could still hear laughter. He just wanted it to shut up

 

 *Nice. Also why are all your characters evil?*

 *Ah yes, the embodiment of evil. my rabbit.*

 *Ok, with some exceptions lol.*

 *yep lol. He's not evil, he's just not good. kinda like most of my villains suprisingly. I'd say ruin and sebastion were the only purely evil characters i've had*

 *What about Damien’s black void of a soul and morals lol?*

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*Heres my cutscene for azazel. Hope you all like it, its a bit different from what i normally make, so it took some time and isn't the best cutscene:*

Memories are hard on the mind. Some are easy to find joy in. Some, not so much. He recalled the first thing he remembered of that night. Fear. It was... dark, and he was scared. Blood dripped onto the forest floor from his wounds. Slash marks littered his arms, but they were far from self inflicted. It instead looked as if he was attacked with a weapon of some sort, something sharp. His heavy breath was easily seen in the cold air. His face was wet. From sweat, or from tears, he could not tell. He could barely recall what had lead up to this event. His back pressed up against the tree, the bark stabbing into his skin. He could hear the yelling in the distance, past the ringing in his ears. They would find him soon, whether he ran or stayed, they'd always find him. His legs ached from the running, and he was tired. He just wanted to rest, let the sweet embrace of unconciousness take him. But he couldn't let it. He had a feeling that if he saw that all encompassing darkness again, he would never return to the light. He closed his eyes, staring into that horrifying darkness for only a few seconds before he heard it. Footsteps, a lot of them. He had to run, fight, something. But his legs refused to move. He listened as the footsteps grew closer. You're a coward. He heard it in his head. He shook his head, trying to silence the voice, but it only grew louder, You're a coward, and you'll die here. The voice said. The footsteps were only a couple feet away now. He didn't want to die.

The man carried his axe in one hand, a lantern in the other. He had been hunting the creature for a while now, his group behind him. Now they had been led to the forest, a dark place which sas difficult to navigate. He could hear breathing nearby though, and new from the scent of its blood that they were nearby. The trees blocked a majority of his sight, but he could tell where the breathing was coming from. Years of survival training would never go to waste. As he neared one of the trees, he heard the stomping as Azazel ran from his now compramised hiding spot. The man smiles, "You can't run forever!" He yells after them, laughing as he follows the fresh footprints.

The darkness grew in the forest as azazel runs, hearing the laughter of his persuer. "I don't want to die." The thought ran through his mind again and again. He raced through the forest, the branches raking across his face. He was running aimlessly, he knew he wouldn't be able to escape from them. Fear. It rushed through his veins like blood. Blood. He heard the voice again, and he didn't like it. Was he going crazy? Had all this running finally got to him? You are a worthless coward. You're too scared to fight for your life. Azaze; covered his ears, hoping to block out the voice.

[1 hour later]

The screams were horrible. The man convulsed on the ground, blood stained the floor. Azazel looked at the sight, taking it in for only a moment, before he chose to run again, dropping the axe onto the floor. Even though he was alone, he could still hear laughter. He just wanted it to shut up

 

 *Nice. Also why are all your characters evil?*

 *Ah yes, the embodiment of evil. my rabbit.*

 *Ok, with some exceptions lol.*

 *yep lol. He's not evil, he's just not good. kinda like most of my villains suprisingly. I'd say ruin and sebastion were the only purely evil characters i've had*

 *What about Damien’s black void of a soul and morals lol?*

 *Even the worst people have a shred of good in them. Damien may be on the worst end of the spectrum, but it eventually loops back around*

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Elayne is in her room.

 She hears a knock on her door

 She opens the door. “Hey. What’s up?”

 Damien is on the other side, "Hello. Can we talk?" His eyes are grim

 “Sure.”

 Damien steps inside, "I've recently spoken with someone. I am unsure if you would know them or not."

 “Who?”

 "Does the name Exaos ring a bell to you?"

 Elayne makes a face. “Yeah. He’s this jumped up pseudo-god my dad accidentally got bonded to. What did he want?”

 "Just a small conversation. And i've learned a couple things."

 “Like what?” Now Elayne seems wary.

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Elayne is in her room.

 She hears a knock on her door

 She opens the door. “Hey. What’s up?”

 Damien is on the other side, "Hello. Can we talk?" His eyes are grim

 “Sure.”

 Damien steps inside, "I've recently spoken with someone. I am unsure if you would know them or not."

 “Who?”

 "Does the name Exaos ring a bell to you?"

 Elayne makes a face. “Yeah. He’s this jumped up pseudo-god my dad accidentally got bonded to. What did he want?”

 "Just a small conversation. And i've learned a couple things."

 “Like what?” Now Elayne seems wary.

 Damien thinks for a second, "Back when your father tried to kill me, you never stepped in."

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Elayne is in her room.

 She hears a knock on her door

 She opens the door. “Hey. What’s up?”

 Damien is on the other side, "Hello. Can we talk?" His eyes are grim

 “Sure.”

 Damien steps inside, "I've recently spoken with someone. I am unsure if you would know them or not."

 “Who?”

 "Does the name Exaos ring a bell to you?"

 Elayne makes a face. “Yeah. He’s this jumped up pseudo-god my dad accidentally got bonded to. What did he want?”

 "Just a small conversation. And i've learned a couple things."

 “Like what?” Now Elayne seems wary.

 Damien thinks for a second, "Back when your father tried to kill me, you never stepped in."