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The Lost way
The temple was dark, Eddric prayed in the corner to a God he felt was all but to quiet. The priest walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. "My son, the light is fading outside its time for you to go." Eddric replied calmly, "Right now I am actively expecting a answer from this exalted one. You know i've been praying since I can remember, but I've always known I would die as a solider. I Understood, one day, one battle, I would be slain lying dead on a battlefeild for what? A king to have a larger treasury, or some lords to get his kid a title." Eddric stopped to take a breath. "But sure I'll be leaving now." Eddric was tall, strong, and a charmer, and he had a way with people. He was a powerful foe in one on one combat, but being that he was not royal blood it would be near impossible for him to become more then a farmers son. Eddric had a little alchol still left in him, when he wondered by an dimly lit alley. A voice from the shadows whispered, "Tired and weary solider, I have a deal for you Eddric." The body stood about four feet tall, and was covered in a large amount of clothing. Shock arose on his face, but eddric followed him in the alley hand on his blade. "Well let me break this down good man. I am offering you a tittle, Sir Eddric Mondane? That'd be nice right, I'd like to see that! But I can't just help anyone out without something in return. I own you for the next ten years! You serve me, I'll speak to you send you on misions it will be nice. You'll have the same risks as the bloody army but, you'll have a nicer retirement package?" Eddric puzzeled, "Ten years for a lordship?" The shadeyman snapped his fingers, and a patrichment appeared. "So lets recap! You give me ten years of your life, I give you a title and enough money to set you up for the years later. And if you leave before your term, you skin will melt off your face." A sly smile came over his face, "Oh and you have ten seconds, no questions." Eddric knew this was his one and only shot to leave serfdom. "I'll do it," Then he grabed at the pen that was recently produced by the little man. After the man grined and moved the hood from his face. His skin was dark red, and he ,had long black hair. "I am lord Nuancious, and for your quick orientation. I am an Archdevil. Let's go get you knighted!"
NINE YEARS LATER!
OOC: I figure i can edit it from here, time setting place archdevil?