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With her car on fire, clothes torn to shreds and her basement flooded with sewage, Melissa decided having Tony over her home laughing at her expense was the last straw. In a fit of rage, she sent a kick to his groin and kicked him out onto the streets.
He played the blues like a convict, angry and frustrated at the world. How could he not? Fate dealt him a heavy hand, like a slap.
It was dark. He was frightened. Shadows upon shadows flickered before him as the little elephant tried to sit upright but it was hard. Everyone was so large and frightening. He gave a small pitiful bellow and immediately several dozen of elephants answered his call. He tripped on his front feet in surprise
With spear in hand he threw it straight to another man's gullet. The gladiator smirked and ran to retrieve it, but a whinny from behind alerted him of an enemy. Turning around he saw Asmodeus with eyes of lit coals staring back down upon him. The warrior felt a chill run up his spine. Asmodeus? Alive? Yet, it wasn't him. Whoever he was looked like his brother, but with eyes like lit coals it could not be him.
"Are you foe?"
The man was silent for a time until he rasped out:
"I am Foe."
He heard a sound from the bedroom and knew it was her.
Maybe if he weren't so stupid he'd walk in and stop them. But he couldn't. He couldn't bear to. Their imagined romance would dissolve the moment he walked in and what ever pieces left of his heart would crumble.
So he turned and ignored the building frustration he felt. Once he walked out the door, everything would be fine, he told himself. He'd try harder so she wouldn't have to go out searching for another man. It was, after all, his fault (Or so she would've said).