omg not a steamy romance novel written by Decimus!
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(The text below is from the story written by Decimus)
Page 1
<The manuscript has heavily annotated margins with painstaking thorough notes on how this draft might be improved>
The elven summoner took a step back, her heart thundering. The creature bound in the center of her summoning circle was not the one she had expected. Such a chiseled jaw and gentle eyes couldn't have belonged to an ordinary voidwalker. Magical restraints kept their wrists overhead, offering her an obstructed view of their lean physique.
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<This section has been rewritten and marked up at least a half-dozen times. It. seems the writer got stuck here.>
The domanaar hovered closer. The creature it had grafted to the wall was tall and strong. A sturdy thing of the Legion's armies, one that plainly did not belong on this world and in this place. His face was caked in green blood and he writhed against the metal spikes impaling him. Somehow, he was smiling.
"T-This is nothing..." He exhaled with dry lips that cracked as he spoke. The domanaar savored the
<" Ugh. Too indulgent. Not my taste. I'm pandering. And for whom, really? Of course, I fantasize about my work catching fire. There is no greater victory than to inspire hunger in others. But what's the point if I don't enjoy the process?">
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‹This passage strikes you as a first draft. It's not marked up at all.>
The heat of passion dwindled in the domanaar. They had sated their appetite for dominance as ever. The delights they tasted in battle were to exacting specification--but the hunger returned, harder than ever to vanquish. The emptiness itched back in.
It was only then that they realized, towering over the panting mortal, her sword still in hand, that she had been right all along. The tight need not be for life or death. Stakes alone did not give a struggle meaning.
The mortal waited for the end to come. But the domanaar merely lingered there for a while, silent. Where was there to go from here? When what satisfied them before tasted now of dust drifting in the Void.
They knew not. But it must not be as it was before. And so they dipped their head in apology to the mortal and turned to leave. They went in search of something new, unlike the others of their kind.
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