Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-32942273-20200211030725/@comment-39357410-20200212224846

Adam hesitantly walked in. He clutched his head, his memories jumbling up. He kept catching glimpses of a man who looked a lot like Adam, holding a long sword and actually battling Azazael himself. Of course, in the end, the man lost, but he fought valiantly.

Adam tried to push those memories away, but he caught a small piece of what the man had mumbled before death: “...curse... bestowed... any man or woman... my ability... crosses paths... Azazael... without a fight.”

(I know, I know. Lame compared to yours, but whatever. XD I’m not good at this)