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Xypher wanted to continue his hunt on Jenna, but his body wouldn’t let him.
He get his reflexes grow slow, his limbs heavy.
Xypher couldn’t muster enough stamina for another portal back to Hell.
He wouldn’t want to face the Devil’s wrath either.
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Xypher yawned, looking for a cheap hotel or something like that.
Then his eyes fell on a beat-down-looking place with large letters letting people know it was a hotel.
Hoping it wasn’t closed, he opened the door, and all he saw was a relatively old wooden place with a bar and very few guests, most of them wearing various robes.
As he sat down at the bar, the bartender asked him: “What can i get you?”
Xypher looked at him, his eyes giving a tired look.
“A room.” he stated.
The bartender left the bar, before returning with a set of keys. “Just something simple, i presume?”
“Yes.”
Then the bartender gave him a key and told him to go upstairs, and Xypher did.
as he opened the door, he almost collapsed out of exhaustion, but he persevered, he walked through the room, locking the door before falling onto the bed.
He could not resist the sweet relief of rest.
Once the next morning arrived, Xypher stood up from his bed, and saw the door was opened.
Going into a mode of protection and hate, he locks the door and starts looking through the room, to find an assassin under his bed.
The assassin jumped from under the bed and used blades, which shot out from his wrists.
The assassin demanded, “Who are you, and why are you in this city?”
Xypher was unfazed, and he simply told him: “I am… traveling. On a manhunt so to speak.”
The assassin’s face contorted in confusion.
“Traveling? Who are you hunting?” He asked.
“That is none of your business.”
The assassin lunged at Xypher, his blades out for his throat, but Xypher grabbed him by the throat, mid-air.
The assassin choked, pleading: “Fuck, no, what are you, let me go…”
Xypher looked at him in disgust and throws him out the window with the insane strength of a demon.
