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I continue my search, deeper and deeper into this hellish world I travel. The rains have ceased now I am underground although evidence of their presence is all around me. I wade through waist deep water and Yanip ever close to me skips along the floating debri. I find myself looking at him and wondering why he chooses to follow and serve me as he does. His loyalty is beyond question and he proves worthy company although he rarely speaks. His obsession with creating 'art' is a mystery to myself. I choose to bring him with me as he is a usefull ally. Yanip awoke with me and I will search for his origin as I now search for mine.
I turn at a cross road and a strange creature is standing in the water in front of me. A tall dog-skull faced creature with horns. I have not seen this creature before although I realise now that most things are unfriendly. It turns towards me and raises crude club held in both hands. Rags draped accross it indicate a kind of primitive intelligence. It issues a bestial roar and tenses to attack and then stops. It sniffs the air and then starts to back away slowly. Yanip starts to move towards it but for once I refrain him. Let it live - I see the message it gives to me.
This world is impregnated with the image of it's creator. I am beginning to see the reason I awoke here. There is a familiar taste to the air, as if something is flowing around everyone. The Angel awoke this thought within me when I saw him for the first time.
The water level starts to rise, filth from an entire sector flows around me and I seek refuge on higher ground. The place I choose has a grill that looks out onto an area of ground inhabited by people who are as removed from this place as I am. They shuffle round in grey rags, scabs and sores line their faces and their hair lies in dank strips. The stench of decay and ages of depression saturates the area and I am forced to smile.
I rested there for a while. Watching the inhabitants go about there business. Yanip grew restless and went to find some sport. Slowly I became aware of a presence in this underground warren. The Angel and it's Daemon ally were nearby. I decided to stay and wait for them. I would see how they hunt me.
I lay there intrigued by my surroundings and I was lost in a reverie for a short while failing to notice that the Angel had come closer. It was moving with stealth and the Deamon was trying to emulate it's master with similar caution.
I felt a strange shimmer in the air and realised that the Angel was manipulating the surroundings, tugging at the ether and inspecting it as he moved. He spoke in a clipped harsh language that I had touble understanding.It's message was clear enough when it motioned to my resting place. I wished to see what this creature was capable of so I tore the grill from it's holding and threw myself to the floor not 100 yards from the pair. The inhabitatnts scattered as I landed amongst them. In a glorious display I picked one mewling infant off the ground and hurled him into a concrete post ten full yards away.
His back broke with a resounding crack and his blood splashed onto the debris littered floor and I struggled to keep myself from laying waste to the others that fled from me.The Daemon charged.
I rushed to meet it.
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