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 The cold stone floor greets the dark wizard as he slowly stirred. He groans from a horrific headache and rolls from his left side onto his back. His skin bears a deep blue color, a characteristic trait of the tribe of darkness he and his ancestors had lead for many generations. The long, white, silk cloak hemmed with sapphires and fastened by a large ruby he wore was no long pristine, several scuffs and dirt stains had made their home on the fabric. Beneath his coat he wore a perfectly tailored dark red vest with black pinstripes and an equally expertly tailored white dress shirt under it. A golden chain was clipped to his vest pocket, the c

Ch.4: The Name Is Mr. L It took Luigi only five minutes to regain conscious. Rolling his legs off the bed the green defender stood up once more and shook his head. He made a quick scan of his room to see if there was anything out of place, but on seeing that there wasn't Luigi just sat back on his bed thinking it was just his imagination talking a bit ago. "…That was spooky; I thought I heard myself say something about my desires could be answered." "You aren't hearing things, Mr. Mario," Once again the voice from the mirror spoke to him. "Do not knock yourself out again. I do not have that kind of time." Now knowing that he wasn't

 The cold stone floor greets the dark wizard as he slowly stirred. He groans from a horrific headache and rolls from his left side onto his back. His skin bears a deep blue color, a characteristic trait of the tribe of darkness he and his ancestors had lead for many generations. The long, white, silk cloak hemmed with sapphires and fastened by a large ruby he wore was no long pristine, several scuffs and dirt stains had made their home on the fabric. Beneath his coat he wore a perfectly tailored dark red vest with black pinstripes and an equally expertly tailored white dress shirt under it. A golden chain was clipped to his vest pocket, the c