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[Spawn]

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After receiving a present from a unknown person, Spawn went back to his home in Sanctus where he wanted to end his long day of duty. It was the usual calm and peaceful day for the Sheriff of Britannia. Setting the present down on a nearby table, he glanced at the mysterious gift for a moment trying to ponder who sent it and why. He didn’t do anything worthy enough to earn him a present or praise or at least to his knowledge.

After removing his equipment, he went back to the table where the present was. Spawn slowly began to open the box and looked inside. Inside the giftbox were various items which he examined carefully. First in the box was a exceptional crafted bokuto which Spawn twirled around in his hand. The bokuto was dark red and had the inscription “Nemesis” on the bladed part of the weapon.

The next item in the gift box was a letter with no signature which made the sender anonymous. The letter said:

“In honor of your recent appointment as Sheriff to the Regency. I bestow upon you tokens of esteem and favor. The sword is an heirloom that I have had since the days of my great-great grand grandfather. He was a virtuous and honorable, not unlike yourself. May it remind you of your duty of service when all reasons for it fail. I wish to remain anonymous, but know that I will watch your progress with great interest”

After reading over the letter, Spawn placed it back into the box and continued looking through the box. Suddenly, his eyes widen as he quickly backed away from the table.

“No... No.... It can’t be!” Spawn shouted as he picked up the box throwing it across the room. The box hit off the wall on the other side of the room and fell on the floor. Rolling out of the box onto the floor was a piece of blackrock.

“Spawn” said a voice echoing around the room. He took out his bokuto and pointed it in front of him.

“Who’s there!?! Show yourself!” Spawn said.

“Spawn, Sheriff of Britannia, Upholder of Justice... You will become the vessel of the Avatar of Oggaroth and plague the land with destruction and death.” said the voice.

“No I won’t do it! You can’t make me!” Spawn replied as he walked upstairs to his library.

“You talk as you have a choice but I know your weakness and I use the blackrock to turn you!” Said the voice followed by a sinister laugh.

“No! You can’t! Nooo!” Spawn fell to the ground holding his head in pain. The voice continued to laugh evilly as he went unconscious.

"Now you are no longer the Sheriff of Britannia... You will now be the Avatar of Oggaroth" said the voice as it began to fade out. All that reminded in the library was the unconscious Spawn and the quiet library.
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