Black-as-Death

 Jasper shivered slightly as the cool breeze flowed over him, his footsteps echoing loudly in the silent night. He and the others had been on the move towards Israphel's lair, pausing only for a night or two when they needed to rest. They were close now, the plan being that they would be able to arrive there in the morning. But the Skylord had made other plans. Despite the chill in the air, he had set off ahead of the rest of the team. Not that any of them would notice until they all woke up the next day. He sighed softly, shaking his head a little. Don't think about things like that, he thought. He needed to focus on the path he was taki

 Jasper shivered slightly as the cool breeze flowed over him, his footsteps echoing loudly in the silent night. He and the others had been on the move towards Israphel's lair, pausing only for a night or two when they needed to rest. They were close now, the plan being that they would be able to arrive there in the morning. But the Skylord had made other plans. Despite the chill in the air, he had set off ahead of the rest of the team. Not that any of them would notice until they all woke up the next day. He sighed softly, shaking his head a little. Don't think about things like that, he thought. He needed to focus on the path he was taki

     A pair of glistening black boots slowly walked down the dark street. Henry Clay growled low in his throat as his mind continued to linger on what had happened earlier that day. He had lost. He had lost his presidency that he so very rightly deserved.     He should be president at the moment, but instead he was walking back to the inn he was staying at, the same man he left as. His fists clenched at his sides as he tried to calm his anger and focus on anything else.      His wife back home in Kentucky, a good nights gambling, his powerful speeches , putting a bullet in those that had stolen his place in society.      Henry sighed lo