Jasmine picked Jake up and held him in her cupped hands. Her long brunette hair blocked one of her blue eyes. Her legs were smooth with no blemish or flaws of any kind. Her chest was perfect for her proportions. In other words, drop dead gorgeous.
" Wow, being 50 feet tall must be cool-" he was about to finish when a pool of water turned black and began to bubble. It became more like tar in its viscosity. A figure began to rise out of the water , clothed in black, black trousers, long sleeved shirt that partially covered his hands.
He wore a black trenchcoat that fit him well. His face was covered by a metal mask, silver in colour( like one of these maks worn by Japanese samurai). He was of Jakes size but much taller. He stood at around 2m in height. In one hand , he wielded a katana whilst in the other , it was pulsing with dark energies radiating out from his finger.
He spoke in a voice that was slow yet sinsiter. " Give me the boy, Jasmine. Or esle I will have to resort to less pleasent means of dealing with you." he said.
' Who is he?" Jake asked, unsure of what was going on except that Jasmine holding him with more force than usual.
" Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nostory, Lord of the Daemonic Horde. She has been charged with treason and was convicted to death." he said , his voice displaying no emotion, pointing at her.
" Rubbish, he is not what he claims to be." says Jasmine. " One last time, hand over the boy or you will feel pain a thousand times greater than what you have felt in your short time in existence." he said, a little angry.
" Come and get him then, demon." said Jasmine. " Its Daemon, you bitch!" he screamed at her, firing dark energy into the clouds.
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