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Damien cautiously approached the young woman who called herself a nurse. He was a dark-robed youthful faced man with long black hair and brown eyes, except now his eyes were solid white. The lines on his face were clear, showing that this human had aged, had suffered. A faint cold radiated from him and he smelled like earth and rotting leaves. He reached out a pale, yet living hand and hovered it over the black stone.

No smile marred his hateful glare as he caressed the evil aura about the artifact. Damien blinked like a living creature unconsciously as he studied it. "Just a source of contained power." He said, revealing only that much. "How did you come by this again, girl?"