Lux was struggling to hold in the demon on the inside of him. The virus was stronger than it had appeared to be and was changing Lux for the worse. Half of his body was tattooed and was evil while the the other half was its normal self. However there was a battle going on within his body. He kept pushing himself slowly walking to the others who were getting alined ready to fight.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier and finally he was in distance of the others. He was shivering and had both of his arms crossed in front of his chest. He once again began to fight with himself grunting and gasping. His eyes one moment would be dark and light. His demon was winning but he could hold him a bit longer.

He waited for what was to happen next. His body was not healing the wounds. He stood there in the wind surrounded by a broken forest of trees on the ground and the earth being uneven due to an earthquake. His shirt and jacket had both been destroyed threw the battles. Nothing else mattered except being able to defeat the evil within him and giving up his life to save the others. He knew there was nothing he could do to have the others forgive him so death was the only thing he desired....there was nothing left to live for....he lost his friends...he lost his family....and he had already killed the one person he loved too.

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