A dark man was walking down the street.  The people called him Demise, but
that was not his name.  He hated demise, and wished he was dead, but he would
lose in a battle and he knew it.  He tried to get a Shadow assassin to kill
him, but even that failed.  The more he thought about it, he believed his
actions comical.  He needed a better plan.  He thought if he could get Demise
off guard, he could kill him.  Maybe he could tell him the truth.  That would
take any one off guard, but Demise was not normal.  He was his brother.  As he
walked, a man called him Demise and this pissed the man named Sorrow off.  He
grabbed the man and punched him out.  Sorrow.  A sad name, for a sad person.
 He was named this because as a kid he always looked sad.  He knew the
truth, the truth that he was given away as a child to repay a debt.  He grew
up a slave.  That is, till he killed his slave parents.  He learned magic and
wanted Demise to die, because he did not become a slave.  That was his one
goal, to kill Demise.  The irony is that at the age of 19 he killed a man who
talked of killing Demise.  It made him think.  Did he truly want Demise
dead?  He decided that he would face Demise, and then he would know the
answer.  Sorrow went in to a bar and ordered a drink.  Just then a member of
Spyre walked in.  He knew it was a member because he saw him with Demise.  It
was the man that lost his ear.  Sorrow drank his drink in one gulp, paid and
left before the man saw him.  Today would not be the day to play his hand.