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The casketCorcon Was at his main command station, which was also known as his throne, directing the repulsion of a number of Hanshe rebel craft. It was going well, but then one of the Dragon riders Called in "New craft descending from above!"The casket by ~Corcon
Corcon swiveled to on of the aerial cameras, and it was an unidentified craft, and therefore probably the pride and joy of some whackjob in Hanshe. It was descending towards the palace, and Corcon said "Drake divisions 2, 3, 7, and 8: Blast it out of the air from positions 1, 2, 4, and 5! Ground crews Mole, Dewythir, Arcanum, Drake, and Cruz, capture the survivors!"
A swarm of dragons flew out from the Dragon
At the Coffee shop,At the Coffee shop, Aria with a cup of coffee and a cookie, Corcon has a cup of tea and a chunk of bread.At the Coffee shop, by ~Corcon
Aria "C'mon, we just passed finals! We're officially exorcists! Relax a little!"
Corcon shrugs "I've just got this feeling of dread. Can't explain it."
Aria nods, then scoots closer to him, and tosses her arm around his shoulder "Still, dread and doom can wait until tomorrow!"
Corcon "Well, there is something I've been intending to show you"
Aria's eyebrows raise "That's not a good sentence"
Then, a large reptilian demon broke through the door. Corcon "Ah, that'll work" He looked at Aria, and noticed that the coffee shop's sta
Testing."Now don't forget that you have finals tomorrow" The teacher said, just before the bell rang, signalling the end of class that day.Testing. by ~Corcon
I meandered out of my chair, heading towards the dorm. Beezelbub cheerfully reminded me "Hey, remember that you can always cheat!" Then Seraph scolded him, saying "Considering it's a test for exorcism, which is a practice of ridding evil from the world, Cheating would be more than slightly counter-productive, don't you think?"
Beezelbub scoffed, and said "Bah, It's not like we're going anywhere, and you can always fall back on Muramasa or your nice little stockpile of magic"
I sighed, and Aria glanced over.
Aria's funeralThe arrangements for the Funeral were made, although Corcon was too stricken to think too much about it. He decided to ask the Vengeheim pontiff to preach the funeral. Under normal circumstances, the pontiff didn't do funerals; however, a grief-stricken king of the world was more or less demanding him to do it. The choice was clear.Aria's funeral by ~Corcon
The ceremony was held at the Vengeheim spire, now bedecked with night-black banners. A simultaneous funeral was being held for all the lost wyrmlings and dragons. Corcon, burnt out by that point, looked ten years older than he had a month before the attack. Yurei tried her best to comfort him, but he wasn
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