St. Boethius
The Pious Philosopher
Nanautzin floated through space his body already contorting and changing from the darkness in his soul. He hadn't eaten enough souls to prompt a full transformation, but neither could he conceal his darkness any longer. He wished he had killed Ortrov when he had the chance. If it wasn't for him Nanautzin wouldn't be having this difficulty. Not wanting to be attacked any longer Nanautzin his among the debris to gather himself. Trying to suppress the changed with no success.
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