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Strafe- Part two

Here's my bio of Strafe, part two. This one is where he gets his devil powers.

Strafe the Demonic Angel.
After strafe got his sword, strange things started happening. During the night, strange creatures started roaming the streets, moaning Strafes name. Kinda creepy. He decided to end it, and wet out during the night, armed with his sword. He didn't know how to use the sword at all, but strangely, he scooped out a can of whip-a$$. The creatures had wings like an angels, but also had bat claws on the end of them. There were some armed with swords, but they were no problem. Soon, they started to swarm and he couldn't fight them off as well. He wanted to go back to his house, but he didn't want those creatures to follow him. The creatures finally captured him, took away his sword, and stuffed him (uncomfortably) into a box. He did not know where he was taken, so he slept. He got fed, occasionally. He did not know how much time had passed. He finally woke up and saw 17 people standing with wicked looking swords, one of them his. They were all pointing at him, with weird balls of energy at the end of them. One of them started talking kinda funny, then was silent again. The lights grew bigger, and soon, he couldn't see the people holding the swords. He was shot with beams of energy coming from the swords. He felt pain, and power, and joy, and hate all the same time. He was knocked out. The next thing he knew, he was sitting in a dirt circle, with his sword on the ground next to him. Metal gates opened and some of thoes creatures came out. And so the fight begins.


He felt more powerful than usual. His vision was kind of blurry, and he couldn't control his actions. It was as if he was berserk or something. Which was exactly what he was. He killed them all with ease. The next batch had swords, and were faster. Again, easy. After that, there were ones with guns, armor, and finally, things that were almost as powerful as him. When he killed them all, hi felt weak, and passed out. Again. He woke up in his bed. As if nothing had happened. His sword was laying by his bedside. He had not left it there. He looked in the mirror and nearly screamed. His whole upped body was covered with scars. Horrible ones, as if he had gotten into a huge fight. He remembered his dream, the n suddenly thought what if it wasn't a dream. When he went ot bed that night, he felt queasy, and disoriented. He felt his skin ripping, and his hair growing. He had time to look into the mirror and saw what was happening. He was transforming. He had spikes growing out of his back, and his muscles were showing in some places. A gruesome scene. He didn't know what happened that night, but he read the newspapers. Gruesome murders, all across the city, Deaths, un-explained, stuff like that. He had to leave. So he did. Not a notice or anything. Just left.

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