[b][color=purple]"Dontores my boy, do you have any idea where we are?"[/color][/b]

A teenage boy sat on the roof of a building he didn't know, in a city he wasn't familiar with. He looked into the distance, eyes half-closed, fist under his chin, taking in the scenery.

[b]"Does it even matter?"[/b] He said.

A thick steel-bound tome laying besides him suddenly floated up in front of him.

[b][color=purple]"Culture my boy! Culture!"[/color][/b] The book said, a voice coming out from its pages, [b][color=purple]"How would you expect to blend in if you don't know culture?"[/color][/b]

The book danced along to its own words, a familiar and tiresome dance. The teenager didn't see a point in it, but then again, he hardly ever saw the point of anything.

[b]"You know as well as I do,"[/b] The boy said in a tired tone, [b]"That it's your fault that I can't blend in anywhere, right?"[/b]

The book turned its cover to him, it had no expression but he could easily imagine its grin.

[b][color=purple]"You're the one who gave half your body to me, my boy."[/color][/b] It said,

[b]"And you're the one who decided to take my clothes with it."[/b] He retorted.

His body was half covered by a thick, wispy shadow that only left one glowing eye visible on the left side of his body. Whatever clothes he put on, the shadows would cover it making disguise impossible. Perhaps if the Grimoire wasn't illegal, it wouldn't have been a problem.

[b][color=purple]"I will admit that this city is quite new to me,"[/color][/b] he was gloating now. [b][color=purple]"The world has changed much since I was last released."[/color][/b]

The book turned towards the horizon and stood still, as if enjoying a sudden breeze.

[b][color=purple]"Well, you shouldn't get to used to the city just yet."[/color][/b] It said, [b][color=purple]"Change is on the winds, and it comes on swift wings."[/color][/b]

[b]"Nuul,"[/b] The boy said, turning towards the book, [b]"How many times have I told you that I don't care?"[/b]

[b][color=purple]"And how many times have I told you,"[/color][/b] Nuul said, shadows radiating from his pages, a dark fist emerging from its depths. [b][color=purple]"That my name is Grimoire Nuul![/color][/b]