Lasael the DemonPART I: The WinterLasael the Demon by winter-of-hearts
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Once upon a time in the year 1316, two childhood friends were walking across the frozen waters of Stråken, Sweden. Winter was but a whisper away and the boys were responsible for delivering lamp oil to their homes in Mullsjö. Filip was 17 years old, whilst Isak had just turned 15. As they strolled over the icy lake, the muffled cries of a man filled the air. In the distance, a figure could be seen struggling helplessly in the water.
"Hold on Mister!", Cried Filip. "We are coming for you, please hold!". Without a moment's hesitation, and with no regard for their own safety, Filip and Isak sprinted towards the man in distress. As they pulled the mysterious figure to safety, however, it was clear that he was no man at all. His skin was pale and soft, gleaming as brightly as the blinding sun. His hair was dark like the midnight sky on winter's solstice, and his eyes burned like a pair of newborn stars.