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- Urban Fantasy, Scifi, Horror, Romance, Noir, Mystery, Fantasy. Crossovers are a particular favorite and specialty of mine.
The aura string glowed with intensity as Alice charged it with magic. She Yanked the string has hard as she could to pull Lucy away from Adonis. Tears rolled down her face as the sight of Lucy getting slashed flashed in her mind over and over. This was all her fault. She sat in the back seat and allowed the pieces to move for her far too long. That was not her. Alice worked alone. She trusted no one and relied on her power. That is why she was standing today.
That was painful. And as Lucifer found himself out of further harms way, he realized.
Adonis had aimed to kill.
This was no longer all about a grudge now. Or some stupid rivalry. Adonis just tried to kill him.
Which meant Alice was in danger.
That was unacceptable.
And as he stared at her construction come to life, time seemed to slow. The pain felt dull and distant, like it happened to someone else. More important to his mind? He saw her face....She was crying. For him? She shouldn't...Crying didn't suit her. He'd rather she looked flirtatious....Content when she clutched him in her sleep, mischievous and grinning when she had an idea that involved him. Adonis made her cry....Or was it him? If he made her cry, he found he'd never forgive himself.
And if Adonis made her cry?
Then he'd never forgive him.
He rose to his feet.
A new wave of pain rocked his body, ignored and only revealed through the sweat on his brow and his paler complexion.
He wasn't done just yet.
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Adonis laughed aloud, looking at the blood on his blade.
"Yes, yes, yes! This is how it should be! How could I have not have seen it?! This is no place of heroes...It is a den of demons! Those who welcome heretical temptresses and evil folk who pretend to be good at heart. I will purge it all!"
He turned his gaze, his once-handsome features scarred and twisted. Madness lurked in his eyes, anger boiled over in waves as he raised his sword.
Adonis had aimed to kill.
This was no longer all about a grudge now. Or some stupid rivalry. Adonis just tried to kill him.
Which meant Alice was in danger.
That was unacceptable.
And as he stared at her construction come to life, time seemed to slow. The pain felt dull and distant, like it happened to someone else. More important to his mind? He saw her face....She was crying. For him? She shouldn't...Crying didn't suit her. He'd rather she looked flirtatious....Content when she clutched him in her sleep, mischievous and grinning when she had an idea that involved him. Adonis made her cry....Or was it him? If he made her cry, he found he'd never forgive himself.
And if Adonis made her cry?
Then he'd never forgive him.
He rose to his feet.
A new wave of pain rocked his body, ignored and only revealed through the sweat on his brow and his paler complexion.
He wasn't done just yet.
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Adonis laughed aloud, looking at the blood on his blade.
"Yes, yes, yes! This is how it should be! How could I have not have seen it?! This is no place of heroes...It is a den of demons! Those who welcome heretical temptresses and evil folk who pretend to be good at heart. I will purge it all!"
He turned his gaze, his once-handsome features scarred and twisted. Madness lurked in his eyes, anger boiled over in waves as he raised his sword.
. Then 2 Mini W puppets shot of of her box. Both of them wielding swords and clad in armor. Though she was angry she did not shout out. Her hands came out of her cloak and blue lines darted to the puppets. Popping of wood and metal grinding against each other echoed form the puppets as the magic flowed through their gears.
There was no turning back until somebody had paid.
And with evil laughter, he pressed a button on his wrist-device.
With a resounding smash, what looked like a cylinder the size of a man landed from the air before him and as he stepped forward, it split apart....The armor in which he was known for, coming together till a massive white knight-styled mecha ten feet appeared, with a much bigger sword in hand.
Right before it charged.
@Unyielding
With a resounding smash, what looked like a cylinder the size of a man landed from the air before him and as he stepped forward, it split apart....The armor in which he was known for, coming together till a massive white knight-styled mecha ten feet appeared, with a much bigger sword in hand.
Right before it charged.
@Unyielding