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From: capn.bungie.prattle.net@juno.com (Theo Mintesnot)
Date: 2/25/1998, 9:59 AM
To: ffml@ffml.fanfic.com

It is the year 500 Anno Demonicus; halfway through Armmegeddon. And as
two beings of darkness leave this realm, 2 completely different ones come
into focus:
***
He walked to the crater that had once been a huge tower of bone. This was
not good. So quickly they defeated each other; and surely a new, much
more powerful being was to come. <And, with Saotome coming out of his
'sleep', I don't need this.> He never did. He had been once called
Piccolo, and though his clothing and armor was very much the same, it had
changed, as the times had. His cloak and turban were black; as was the
mask covering his mouth. A green visor covered his eyes, while the large
spiked shoulder crests of his armor were a pale red. Soon, a new demon
commander would come. The forces of light would also launch a
counteroffensive with those damned Angels of theirs, and the humans would
try to survive. If they were lucky, no outside elements-such as rival
empires or even other members of the panetheon-would come into the fray.
<So much conflict for a world of ash,> He thought grimly. But there was a
lot of work to be done, so he disregarded this and walked into the
crater.
***
An infinite distance away........

Angel General Cheriour was not having a good day. Sachiel had been shot
down. <So much for 3rd time's the charm.> They had been lucky, as the new
general had destroyed another and himself, giving them precious time to
act.
"Get me Angela."
The archangel appeared within 10 seconds, give or take

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