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It was time again for his burial.
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The pain was getting worse. His mind would not be his much longer. He had done this before but it was becoming more rapid. He would sneak into the morgue and pay for a burial of a body. He would then switch the body with his own and be buried in his coffin again. It never failed. The service was brief it was always a John Doe. No one showed up no one to mourn to one to disturb him. He would request no priest. The night was moist the rain falling heavy. What would he look like this time? The pain seared in his mind. A transformation would occur soon. He could not see himself in the coffin. No one could hear his screams of pain. His skin toughened. His bones locked. Soon he fell into a deep slumber. As the moon rose and the sun set as the days went on. His bones seemed to break and reset. His body would contort and twist. After many many days it was done. He awoke with a shudder. He took in breath again. He had died in the coffin again and again was reborn. He felt the new energy running through him. He used his new arms to push the lid. With 6 feet of mud and earth on him he pushed. the ground gave a bit but was still firm in place. He pulled from deep within him and pushed more. More give. A mound started to form on the surface. Summoning up one more push he now called forth his demonic energy. He pushed once again and the lid flew from the top of his coffin and landed near the grave. He never had THAT much energy. He crawled out from the hole and grabbed his coffin. Using the same strength he just summoned it was light as a feather. It was midnight the air was cold. He grabbed the lid and walked calmly towards the house he had rented. Erik the door man at the brothel next door spoke "Sir I know the man that lives there and he is not in."
Cyrus stopped and realized he must look completely different now. "It's ok Erik it is me Cyrus. I just had a bit of a make over." Erik looked stunned. The person in front of him was nothing like the old Cyrus but he couldn't stop the man from entering. Cyrus walked in and placed his coffin back by the fire and replaced the lid. He went to his desk and withdrew the only mirror in the house. Hesitating he peered into it. His brown long hair was now black with red tips. His skin a slight bit paler. His turquoise hued eyes no shown a deep crimson. No pupil just blood red. Then he noticed something that shocked him. The mirror burned. It was red hot. He let a small scream as he dropped the mirror."What in all unholy things was that?' the mirror fell to the ground a shattered. Cyrus turned and went to grab his cane, the one that hid a silver blade his father had made years ago. It too started to heat up at his touch. Could he no longer be immune to silver? Did he grow stronger or weaker? He would need to keep these things a secret for a while. His body had changed but how much more. He had much to learn...
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