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It was a normal night for Rhys, as he lay in his king-sized bed he could feel the tears building up in his eyes. The Demon inside him was trying to take over and it frickin' hurt. He winced in pain as his heart began to burn and his mind was filled with doubt. He quickly sat up in his bed and began to cry. Nul, The god of death was tearing his mind apart, shattering the extremely fragile emotional well-being rhys fought for years to re-build. Rhys reached underneath his bed and pulled out a Silver dagger.
Taking a deep breath, he drove the blade into his chest, stopping Nul's pursuit.
As the blood streamed down his body, Rhys sighed in relief. The fight was over.
He frowned as he looked at his chest "here I go again" he said before levitating a needle and some thread.
As he sowed up his deep wound, a horrible thought popped into his head. "My time's nearly up"...