Damien Clairborne, known as Nightspawn to the public, sat in his bed, unable to sleep. His magics could hide the flames on his head, but couldnt reduce the pain of them, and they often kept him awake at night. It was his curse, his payment for being ressurected by the demon Lilith. He often found himself staring at the ceiling of his small apartment, watching the various holes and leaks spread among it. A strange noise broke his daze, and he got up and walked to his window, and as he opened it he noticed it was the familiar incantations that the circle of thorns used to convert innocent people into emotionless mages.
"why cant those damn mages just leave someone alone for once?" Damien said with a sigh "always using their pathetic spells when I'm trying to sleep...I guess i better go deal with them."
Damien wrote three glowing runes in the air in front of him, and a darkness flowed from the runes and covered him, transforming into his
hero outfit . Many mistake him for a villain due to the menacing look of his dark costume. He lazily climbed out of his window onto the fire escape, then continued to climb the stairs to the roof. When he got there he saw a figure hunched over the corpses of two lesser mages as a terrified woman lay crying inside a circle of glyphs.
"Youve got to be kidding me...I got up for nothin..." Damien grumbled to himself. Something just didnt seem right, so he figured he'd find out what was up. "Hi, name's Nightspawn, are you ok?"
feel free to continue. Sorry if this doesnt sound too great, im kinda half asleep.
? But besides that, I would love to fight on the moon.