Just as the hands were starting to continue the story there was a disturbance in the force causing him to pour ink all over the next area. Growling the eyes flickered in the smokey shadows that his hands jetted out from. Quickly picking the ink well he snarled at his book as the only thing he could do was freeze the ink so it didn't bleed through the pages of parchment nor run on his desk. "I will tend to you later." Pissed off as the next chapter was ruined.
Disappearing into the shadows there was silence as the screams came to a gurgling halt quickly, a "Hn." then the hands returned and turned the pages to the next clean page, yet the other story would fit perfectly when he decides to chisel letters from the solid black pages.
"As I'm now frustrated with that, I shall start a new story for you my children....enjoy...
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