The ink-black sky without even the light stain of moon was watching above the head of Phenyxx. The black or grey gravestones where surrounding the empty ground spot where the demon was standing. His cape was flying arround him, lift by the mystical wind caused by his powerful mind in meditation. He loved to meditate like that, th eonly way to calm his bursting spirit. He emerged of his psychic travel in the labyrinth of his mind and realised that he passed a complete night in it. He started to walk out of the graveyard, in total darkness. Like every single demon, he loved to be in the dark, because light hurts his eyes. He turned a corner and saw the big iron gate closing the graveyard. Pushing the gate in a crashed metal noise, he walked out of the site...
Subject: Focus of the Phenyxx 
Mon Apr 06, 2009 10:34 pm
