

Named for a Demon We dont talk about the mountain. We dont talk about the black clouds that waft down and wrack our breaths with coughs, dont talk about the brilliant sparks we see glittering around its peaks. Nothing grows on the mountain, nothing lives there. We peek out our windows and see one, violent jagged shadow against pale blue skies. And it scares us. Some dont believe its a mountain at all. A monster or a devil, they whisper. A fallen.Named for a Demon by ~CentariFighter
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