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Walking sadly through cemetery on a cool rainy day in fall, wearing nothing but black and carrying black roses to lay down on a grave, I realize that I..I'm alone. My loved one..gone away from me..gone forever. There are fallen leaves and bear trees everywhere. Tombstones dating back as early as the early 1800's lie in this cemetery. I entered the section where he's buried at. Talking to myself I realize something is different about the area, "Something is different..something is very different here.." Looking at the tombstone I realize that this is his site..he was buried here last spring. "This tombstone is worn down and weathered..it wasn't like this when we laid him to rest..", I thought to myself as I looked at the tombstone, "This tombstone has to be at least 100+ years old..how could it be this weathered down already? All of the other new ones aren't weathered like this.." Inspecting the stone more I find a design on it. The design has a certain religious symbol on it..After inspecting the stone, the sign starts to glow..and my loved one, my love starts walking across the path ahead. I got up and ran right to him, running as fast I could, calling out his name.."Sergei!! Sergei!!" I ran right up to him and he disappeared..Saddened, I head back towards the grave site and find his name still there..but the dates of his birth and death changed around..1872-1890. "His name is still there..Sergei Toranovsky is still there..but the date is..different." Looking up I see myself..a copy of myself almost..She took an intricately designed knife and jabbed it into my heart..but i didn't bleed or anything..it hit my soul. My soul is sucked out of my body through that knife. My body is laying there on the ground..dead..deader than dead. The Sergei I saw before was his copy..the copy who killed him in the first place back all those years ago.
"We finally got her too Nastasha..," the demon who took Sergei's soul those many years ago speaking in a deep Slavish-styled accent.
"She didn't put up as much of a fight as we first anticipated Anton," the demonic counterpart of myself speaking in a deep Slavish-styled accent as well. The demonic spirits disappear into the ground..waiting for their next victims.