Sophia Garcia
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“OH GODS!” Athela cried, dramatically flopping onto the floor with a splat - as the blood she was covered in made a woman-sized smudge on the floor around her. “I WANT TO DIE! A PRINCESS SHOULD NOT BE SUBJECT TO THIS KIND OF BRUTAL TORTURE! PHYSICAL LABOR IS FOR PEASANTS, NOT A PRINCESS SUCH AS I!” Lillith for her part, stepped over Athela’s prone form and quickly joined Riven at the ornate round table of food where he was already starting to eat from - surrounded by servants of various demonic…
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Days passed them by, and then days turned into weeks. Riven was predominantly thrown into five different types of public events, and he lost a little more than half of them on average. They were one on one duels, team battles, survival courses where 20 people had a free for all in an ever-changing and violent environment that was constantly trying to kill them, sensory deprivation fights where sight and sound were removed, and finally - one versus many. Inbetween fights he’d be set aside while other…
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Metal boots and greaves were secured and tight. Messenger snapped on like a second skin and Jackal flashed into his hand as the crowds roared, and he tossed the spare spatial sack he’d borrowed off to the side just before the high priest called for the fight to start. Barriers all around the arena went up and the drums echoed around them. Despite being here to improve himself and follow up on his shortcomings, there was certainly a large part of Riven that wanted to prove all of them wrong. To show…
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The main arena of the central sanctuary was, in one word, enormous. Numerous platforms, steps, balconies and seats ranging in size from small to huge were located all around the stadium in a non-uniform manner. A mile high and a mile wide, this place had been carved out of the very bedrock of whatever dark metals were native to this strange abyssal realm, with an enormous statue of Gluttony’s maw standing as a monument on one end. It was under this monument that the largest balcony was located, with…
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The symbol of a scythe, a symbol of a red teardrop, and the symbol of a black sun. They were joined by the visage of the maw, and the related pillars of his soul continued to form branching spires each time the symbols flared. Riven hovered three feet up off the water’s surface, bare-backed and only wearing a set of pants. He gently let his mana swim around him and created a galaxy of teal, black, red, and deep purple in the underground hot springs room where the others were relaxing - wondering just…
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“Gentry.” The man said, slowly taking Riven’s outstretched hand and warily eyeing the other demons stepping out of their portals. “You’re… a warlock? A summoner? It isn’t often you see true battlemages before the C-grades, but after watching your brief fight I’m not sure whether your strength and speed are your focus - or whether it is your magic.” Riven chuckled at the uncomfortable dark elf in gold-trimmed blue robes, and shrugged. “Does it matter? The better question is what do you…
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“Into a bloody oblivion.” Gluttony stated sourly, watching as their mana tugged Genua’s lower and upper halves together while both Fay and the blood priestess herself cast healing abilities in the forms of Dark Pact and Transfusion Zone. “That is where the child would have gone if I’d let your careless, carefree attitude take it from us. You may be strong in the eyes of these lesser beings, Riven, but you are nowhere near the point of infallibility. Not even with me. I truly hope that Elysium’s…
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Riven was pushing another spoon full of rich-tasting, brothy soup into his mouth after having Luke and Genua sprinkle some of their blood into it. Both his thralls were up far earlier than his demons were and the three of them were sitting around a small table over breakfast. “So where were you all this time?” Looking to Luke, where the old elf was examining the recent wound which was already healed along his wrist - Riven waited curiously for the old man to answer. The elf thrall paused in thought,…
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An explosion lit up the small workshop Gragle and Riven were working in, the third time that day, and Riven blinked away dust with a cough to the laughter of his two girlfriends at his back. Wiping soot off his face and spitting out dirt, then spitting onto the ground, Riven playfully glared over his shoulder at the two demon women who cackled even more loudly at the absolute mess his attempt at creating Graphics had caused. “Laugh it up you two.” Riven said with an eye roll as Athela laughed so hard…
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Retesh Vorath’s unnatural, fleshy organs curled and unfurled randomly across his bones as the undead lich called a black mist from the ocean around him and flung the cloud at his pursuers. Judith Marcina’s golden wings pulsed with energy, encompassing her in a shield of white light that let her rip through the cloud of necrotic gasses to tear her flaming sword through Retesh’s mount - cleaving off a wing of the large drake in a single go. The two other undead drakes on either side of Retesh…
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