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Chapter 1

“Hey bro…bro…are you awake?”
“Huh…what?”
“We’re closing…”
“Oh, right.”
A tall, well built, green, humanoid figure stands up from the seat. His four orange eyes spinning in pain from the hangover. “S-see ya tomorrow Jamen” he stammers and stumbles out into the streets. Colony Arcinsign isn’t like some futuristic Jetsons society; it looks more like New York put together with some twisted Goths fantasy. The tall four eyed man walks down the street. He sees a highly attractive horned demonness walk by. “Heeeeeyy” he sneers. “Bug off Street Drifter.” she responds. The green, four eyed man we’ve been following isn’t anyone important…just some street punk who can’t remember where he’s from, but that’ll change. His name, or at least what people call him, is Netsar, or just Nets. He is of an ancient race of beings that weren’t famous for much, other than being a staple in the Dark Lord Army for their ability to morph into shadows. His Race is called Nethers and are made from the hatred and the love of man. He is young for someone of his race to be on the street at 809 years, but he’s there. He is a member and the leader of a gang of Chaos riders, or ‘Dark Lord Enthusiasts’ as they prefer to be called, and very dangerous if angered…lucky for that horned girl, it takes one Hell of a lot to anger his race. He keeps walking until he finds an alley and morph into its shadows. Now, a Nether’s power to fuse with shadows isn’t just some way of transportation, it’s a way of living, and there source. He comes out of a shadow in front of a building and steps in. “I’m here”