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The interior of the chapel is darkened by the raging sandstorm outside, stained glass windows stand tall and broken, and sand flows in from time to time, piling around the edges of the room. In the center are ruined wooden pews, and towards the back is a cloaked black figure praying at an altar.
Conrad: "Hey, you!", he says with a hand on Ace.
The figure stands up, falling over on the altar as he does so. Turning around the cloak falls off his face revealing a gaunt, starved face of a familiar enemy.
Yami (telepathy to Celestial Fury): "Is that?!"
The figure looks toward Conrad: "Who are-" the figure coughs violently, blood drips to the floor. "How did you get here?" the figure says with much labor.
Celestial Fury(telepathy to Yami): "It can't be! Rex and I slew him about 30 years ago! There is no way that..."
Conrad: "Are you ok? What's going on here?"
The cloaked figure: "Food, do you have food?" he coughs again. "Meat preferably, something bloody."
Conrad, pulling out a loaf of bread freshly made and procured just hours before, and a stick of salami, holds it out towards the figure: "Sure if you can tell me what is going on here."
Yami places his hand on the hilt of Celestial Fury, and begins to move in a decisive and defensive stance, flanking the figures side as he approaches to take the food.
Celestial Fury(telepathy to Yami): "His power is still there, but its changed..."
The figure grabs the bread and food, and eating and hole out of the loaf, sticks the stick of meat inside, and begins eating the makeshift sandwich - stopping almost instantly as the bread expands in his shrunken, starving stomach. "Thanks" the figure says, food spilling from his mouth. "But I don't know who I am, or where this place even is. Only that I haven't eaten in years, and every time I die, I wake up below."
Yami: "Pretty sure your name is Straus.
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