Deamon Heart Page #16

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After the mighty femme fatale captured the man inside his frontier log cabin in the North American woods up north. Where upon she placed him in a hypnotic sleep inducement spell where she forcefully demands of him to recollect and regain his memories from his past. Thus she has succeeded in doing so. Like a Lioness clinching her jaws on a African wild dog now is feasting on the surprising and shocking past that any person both natural and paranormal will stumbled to the core due too astonishment. And what memories we are about to begin to witness like a pedestrian and observe like a scholar.

"It is the Year of our Lord 10 Anno Domini in the metropolitan city of Alexandria on the Caucasus of a shrinking Hellenic Diadochi called the Indo-Greek Kingdom of Bactria that is being consumed by the Kushans and Indo-Schytians with Persian and Indian economic Support bringing the obliteration of the Legacy of Alexander the Great.
Where the streets are emptied due too an evacuation by most while some who still reside tremble in silent inside their homes hoping that a storm will pass or that a miracle will arrive.
Sadly....there will be no miracle of the sort. Whilst two Hoplites of the Greco-Bactrian stock wearing a sturdy bronze Cuirass of the Hellenic design, and pteruges of brown leather, holding a oval shield made of hardened wood with dear life and shin guards that no sword will not slice came running through the streets passing and emptied market bazaar that only the wind can occupy. where they set their sights on a temple as they are too meet with their commander and the rest of their fellow Hellenes."

Oh why and why shall men become like beasts in war and conquest. Where the meek and innocent tremble like mice upon the arrival of wolves.

If only....someone or somebody can stop the Madness of Nebuchadnezzar that has been unleashed, upon by the opened gates of Babylon.