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'Another day, another hundred souls that need salvation.' Eckhart thought to his self as he walked through the dark alleyways of the great city. He popped out of the alleyway and into a bar, peeking around for some poor soul who needs salvation. Eckhart approaches the bar, and the waitress approaches him. "What can I get ya hun?" She asked him. Her voice was peppy and upbeat in these glorious dark times. This wasn't the one.

"I'm fine..." Eckhart says back to her. She shrugs and walks off to get another order of an old man. This person was raggedy and dirty, probably homeless. Yes, this is the one who needs as much help as he can get. The old man yells at the waitress, for he couldn't pay for the beer he was getting. The old man stormed out of the bar. Eckhart quickly jumped up out the his seat and followed the man out of the bar and into an alley.

The man turned around, and in an outburst, yelled, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME!" Eckhart smirked and with his hands raised up high, says,

"I bring salvation to those poor souls who need out of their current life. Are you willing to come to the side of the dark lord?"

"Salvation? Get the hell outta here you religious freak!"

"Hmm? So be it." Eckhart replies back, and with a flick of his wrist, a dark spike comes from the ground under the man and stabs through his chin and out the top of his skull. The dark spike dissipates and the man falls to the ground like a rag doll. His soul comes out of the hole in his chin and floats there above the body of what used to be an old man. Eckhart walks over to the soul and grabs it. A black aura surrounds the soul and it disappears. "Another lost soul for you my lord." Eckhart mumbles to his self walking out of the alley. Just another day in the life of a Demon, and the sun is just starting to rise.