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The old, treasure chest lay exposed when the storm retreated. My fingers trembled as I crawled exhaustedly to it. The stinging wound on my stomach hurt even more than when I had originally gotten it.

"Don't over work yourself Zorn" Asher, my second soul told me. Ever since I was a little boy I had always had Asher. It saved me from depression after my mum died and always protected me from the out world. The world of demons and angels. I was one of the few mortals that had a creature within me and as such I was haunted by the demons. Don, the demon king always had me on his radar. The only way I could live eternally without fear was to get the treasure of Gordon, the snake beast but years of search has proven impossible.

My wounds healed slowly and after a while I could finally move. I went through the treasure chest and as figured the treasure of Gordon which was supposedly in the shape of an Mystic Ark was not there.

"At least you got more money" Asher said trying to lift my spirit.

"Money can't buy peace of mind. Don will soon find us and attack. I don't want to hurt you" I sighed. Asher separated itself from my body taking the shape of a woman and sat beside me on the shore.

"When the time comes. We'll fight together like we always do" Asher said.

"Are you certain that by that time you wouldn't have left me?" I asked, my insecurities taking over my mind.

"I know by that time you would...