Associate of the Regime

As I summon an potion I walk over to my window and barely open it, too let in an small glistening line of light. The future is bright unless you anger me, the spirits, and become my enemy. 

Remember the dead are my freinds I know all secrets and all that had to do with the dead. 

I am the Master of the Dead but some call me Deadstro. My freinds call me the HonestViper since i am bound too only tell the truth from an curse given to me by an rival wizard. 

I stand back and sit down on my crocked lonely wooden stool. I call for Dustin my slave and he shivers over to my side. He falls to his knees. 'The car is ready for your meeting at 4". I stand turn around take off my mask wipe my face and throw the potion at the window. Dustin is shocked at my disfigured face and turns away. 

Leave me and I will be down in five minutes. Dustin shambles the dark wooden steps that swing around the black walls. 

I follow him after I find my coat and I enter the car. We drive down an watered down road and it continues to flood. I look out the tear stained window to the slums of Detroit and at all my future clients. 

I laugh as we follow the flooded streets of Detroit and we vanish into the night with the fallen that follow us.

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The air of Detroit suits me and I can smell more than the hot air of Los Angeles California. My flight was pretty peaceful and I saw a lot of people. An crying Baby and her whore Mom. But they will come through me in the end and I will grin as they float from there old bodies. I followed an old hobo that went tot his nest in an alley. He was drying his hands by the ire and he ha two other homeless that were following his steps of warmth. I walked over too them ad they did not care for me. I warmed my hands and laughed as I left. But of course there was one of them who wanted his weekly drug trip and he ran at me. 

I took an pipe that was fallen from an larger pipe and I brought it onto the man's stomach and he falls to the ground. I took the pipe and threw it down the alley. I walked off and the others ran down the other side of alley. 

I mug souls

To my freinds in The Regime, me and my minions will come from hell, and protect you till I am sent back to Hell permanently. 

FOR TEAM SATAN 

Death in my line of work, is not an end, but an beginning. In this line of work, we all go to Hell, but we are placed in diffrent area's  of hell. If you are a whore, you are trapped in a brothel, you are a killer clown, you are trapped on a carousel in the middle of an circus. 

DEADSTRO IS WHAT SATAN CALLS ME AND MY GAME IS DEATH