Sophia Garcia
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The shrill cries and screams of the oncoming swarm echoed around him, like a faint memory on a wayward breeze. Flocks of beautiful red blades continued to wash away the enemies that dared to try their hand at his life, wiping them off the face of the building and ending their existences effortlessly. He only needed to think about it, and the blood magic reacted to his will. Blood, Shadow, Death, Infernal, Depravity, and Chaos. Out of all the elements in the universe, why was Blood one of Unholy’s…
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The red dot overhead was traveling in a straight line, and Riven didn’t have much of a hard time finding it due to the size of the creature. Six legs in the back, four bladed arms along the sides, two sets of yellow eyes, a long wingless carapace of gray chitin armor, and long pincers were all set onto the body of a gigantic mantis that was rushing over the rooftops and roadways at breakneck speed towards him. Easily the size of a tank and likely just as bullet proof, it was closing in fast with the air…
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“Here’s the list.” Fay said, handing over a booklet of names and dispelling the illusion she’d placed on herself. Her body shifted from one of an overweight, bearded guard in a police uniform to that of her usual self - and she smiled at Riven’s nod of approval. “Great job as usual.” Riven stated, getting an eye roll from Athela when Fay clicked her feathered boots together, adjusted her crop top and bashfully tossed her hair to the side. “Have you ever thought about becoming an assassin?…
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Athela chugged a beer in one quick go, gasping for breath and wiping her mouth with a wide smile and a loud belch. “Why so grumpy my guy!? We’re having fun! Be happy!” “It won’t allow me to upload footage of the senator’s death to prove myself innocent.” Riven stated grimly, popping another bottle of wine to feed to the vertical maw across his chest. “It’s beyond irritating that I was framed for this.” Athela shrugged, kicked out her long slender legs, and popped another beer can with…
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Riven yawned on the bed, still unable to take his mask or Gluttony-modified Chalgathi items off much to his irritation, while replaying the recorded scenes over and over again. “What a two timing cock sucking mother fucker.” Azmoth grunted his acknowledgement from inside the small hotel room, barely small enough to even fit at all while hunched, and the sound of giggling in the shower nearby caused Riven’s eye to twitch. Somehow the water was still running here, and Riven was really fucking pissed…
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A steady, familiar thrum started to descend on Riven’s position. It came from outside, up above, and the sound only got louder as the second ticked by. Slowly turning his head, Riven watched the air beat against the bullet proof glass of the second story window. The frost remaining in patches there shuddered, and the machine of war he’d been very familiar with growing up as a kid - for the very first time in his life - made an appearance that caused him to go giddy. He’d always wanted to see one up…
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Senator James was usually a composed man. He was in his late 40’s, young for a man of his position in the senate - though not much of the senate was left if he had to guess the whereabouts of the old government. Still, he’d done a good job in maintaining order after calling the present military into action and setting up systems for food distribution. But that food reserve was running out, and without a supply chain that worked properly he was in for some real problems unless he figured out how to go…
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*** God his head hurt. He blinked, only barely absorbing the information contained in the notifications before letting out a breath. To his surprise, his surroundings were crystal clear to all of his senses - far clearer than they’d ever been before at any point in his entire life. It was like he’d been awakened yet again, beyond the vampiric and into something truly divine. He was in a prison cell, an old cement one with metal bars like the ones back on Earth. He could see the specs of sand and…
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It didn't take long for Mara to get there. “Was it odd? Finding out that you were a prince of all things?” Kathrine asked while sipping at her tea again and giving Riven an appraising glance. “Did it phase you?” “It doesn’t mean much to me, honestly. I was more interested in finding out about my mother and father rather than anything else, but it appears none of you know what happened either.” Riven yawned, putting a hand up against his mouth to cover it and then waved Mara over from where…
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Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, eldest daughter to the Duke and Dutchess of House of Crushada, 107th in line for the vampiric throne, was not in a good mood. “Yes instructor Pladius…” Kathrine said for the twelfth time that night while brushing a comb through her long locks of brunette hair - staring at a slim figure wearing a black dress that she seemed to barely recognize lately in the mirror. “I realize it’s important, but there’s simply nothing I can do.” “You’re obviously not…
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