You walk into the Armory, picking up your usual gear, and going over plans to do on Sol-3. "Shopping for Earth Clothes... The Beach.. A couple boys... maybe even a couple girls... Only the Metatron can tell." When you finished suiting up you walked out of the armory with a wide smile on your face before you were stopped by a soft voice. "Hey.. Nyx." As you turn around you see your Older Sister, Persephone, carrying a necklace. "Nyx... Council says to reinstate your essence.. stealth is a key factor this trip." You're smile grew as did your plans. Taking the jet black necklace and putting it around your neck, you feel your essence flow through your veins. Nodding to your sister you unfold your wings and take off. Before long you click the center piece on your armor. As you do your body becomes pure light and vanishes. When you reform you are back on Sol-3 and ready to party. Hiding your wings, you walk out trying to hone in on the demon's scent. Following the horrible aroma you eventually come across a High School. "Jackpot... Hormonally charged Teenagers... I'm blessed." Stepping towards the school, you suddenly feel something. A massive wave of essence, more powerful than your own and its smothering you! You try to fight it, but its inevitable. On a last ditch desperate idea you hit the jewel on your armor and translate through the energy hoping for the best.
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