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Ever since meeting that man, the watchman's life seems to have brightened. The man reminds them of their old friend. That book Canis was their friends way back then. They're not sure how Canis has it, but to give it such power makes them happy.
The undertaker is what canis is being called from their anima being put into his objects. The same amount of anima added into a jacket, gloves, a necklace, a pair of boots, and the book.
“Watchman! Hey! Down here!"
They look down. It's Canis once more. Holding some other objects.
" Mind if you use your magic or whatever on these. To help get rid of trash beasts and keep the spirit alive of these people…we need some nice givers, ya know?”
They just stare down at him. For a long time it's silence. Canis slightly fears they may kill him. Until they say
" You ask a lot from me. You have given me nothing in return. “
" Yeesh. Fine fine. What would you like me to even get ya in return?”
" Something that amounts to the power I give you, Canis Surebrec. I am no god you have read about in your book, Canis."
His eyes widened. “You're not a primordial god?"
“I never was and never will be. Your bloodline belongs to me and so do these objects. Your bloodline will have no fulfilment untill I allow it. Only your bloodline and the owners of the objects now can ever be as powerful. Got it? Don't tell a soul what I have told you, or you and your bloodline is destined for pain even in any afterlife.”
" You are one powerful being, watchman.”
He hands them the objects. One of the first they flow anima through is a writing utensil of sorts. Or it's for art.
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It was a rather cool day for the jungle area they were in that day. The watchman remembers it perfectly. Their friends long white hair flowing in the wind as he laughed. His skimpy flowy clothing getting blown behind him as the wind blew at him. His beautiful eyes shining under the sun. They didn't actually remember their surroundings. He was beautiful. Amazing in everyway. Everything they wished they were.
" Almost…we almost reached the amount of people we want for our new world” He flashes his crooked teeth
They smile back
" We can get a home soon. A permanent one for us.”
" Fuck, we can probably live on our new world for free and be rich as hell!” He places his hands on their shoulders and shakes them
“Jeez be easy on me!" They say while laughing and patting their friends arms.
He laughs and stops
" Sorry sorry. I'm just…so happy. I didn't actually think the plan would work out.” He closes his eyes and holds out his arms, embracing the wind.
Oh how they yearn for him once more.