#incassable

[barbiemonamie]

[smokbeast]

”naughty” and “trapped”

#dcatober24 day 17 and 18

[goodtimeswithollie]

Hello guys 👅

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Here's some horrible things to hurt your eyes

[nightfallsystem-moved]

turns out if u get injured bad enough it leaves mental scars too 👎👎(traumatised)

[luna-rigain]

AUGH

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Everything We Lost In The Fire

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Madonna has to make a stand.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Violence

2.2k words

A/N Please know tags have been spotty so check and make sure you're caught up! Also I am sick so sorry if the writing is mid lololol im trying.

"We don't have to wait for anyone to follow Burn all the yesterdays, give us our tomorrow Love is like a flame in our desire We'll have to sacrifice everything we lost in the fire." ~Everything We Lost in the Fire, Blue October

Wrapped up in Will’s arms, you try to focus on Francisco’s kisses, not the fact Will’s hands were on your breast, Ben’s mouth was on your cunt, or Santi’s body was incassing Francisco.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since Rey’s body was burned, and you were expected to pretend like nothing was happening. Pretend that after your baby is born, Santi won’t have you and Iris killed. Well, definitely Iris. Will had a way of convincing Santiago to follow his lead, and Will still seemed to love you… but Iris was certainly dead. It was probably Francisco and Will who convinced Santi not to kill her after the fire incident, that more stress would surely trigger something in your pregnancy… That was all Santiago cared about. Not you, definitely not Iris. Just the savior…

You wonder if he believes in the savior. You wonder if you even believe in the savior… You didn’t know what you believed, honestly.

Francisco’s tongue explored your mouth for the 100th time, and you tried to find solace in him but it was growing harder and harder as time went on. You felt alone, you felt like Iris was the only one who actually understood what you were going through. Sometimes, when your husbands were asleep, you’d sneak out to the servants quarters. You’d try not to think about Rey or Jonah’s rooms as you passed them, softly knocking on Iris’s door. She’d tell you to come in, and you’d find her in bed, usually crying.

 Carefully, you crawl into  bed with her, and just lay there. Sometimes you cry with her. Sometimes she holds you. Rarely, you talk. Iris would answer questions you had, truth of the attempted revolt as she knew it, Jonah’s affair with Delilah, Beatriz's murder, Jonah dancing at your fathers death. You knew you should hate Jonah, but something inside you continued that attachment. It wasn’t right, he’d tried to rape you, but it was so out of character for him… your brain struggled to make sense of these two versions of Jonah.

After a few hours, you get up and go back to bed with Will or Francisco. You weren’t allowed to be alone with Iris during the day anymore, so you spent most of your time with one of your husbands, and occasionally a guard. None of them were like Rey. They’d all seen him burned, his body beaten and slaughtered. No one wanted to be your friend.

You try to pretend it’s Francisco’s hands on you, you try to block out everything but him, but of course you aren’t that lucky.

Santiago grabs Francisco’s hair, yanking his mouth away from you and to his own lips, kissing him deeply and making Francisco melt in little moans. You can’t help the pang of jealousy that flares up around you. Benny notices too, pulling his lips away from between your legs and planting a sloppy kiss on Francisco’s asscheek, kissing his way to your lover's crack. Soon, you are all but forgotten as Santiago and Ben fight for Franisco’s pleasure.

Ben’s tongue is buried in Francisco’s ass, prodding deep inside the tight hole you’d fucked as well, making Francisco whine and buck as Santiago jerked him off, bringing him to orgasm. Francisco’s seed spilled out onto the sheets, white and sticky rope after rope as Francisco whimpered and moaned. 

Will’s body was firm against you, holding you close with one hand touching your body, the other fingering you and picking you up where Ben left you forgotten. 

You watch as Ben goes straight from ass to mouth, kissing Francisco hard and pulling him by his chubby cheeks away from Santiago. A battle for Francisco’s affection insured, the two men kissing Francisco every which way as Will brought you to orgasm with his fingers reaching around your large stomach.

“Look at our husbands, Madonna.” He murmurs softly in your ear, so soft you can’t help fall into him just a little. “Look how beautiful they are.”

And they were. Objectively, they were all beautiful, sculpted with perfect bodies and handsome features and so utterly obsessed with each other, the clawing at each others skin and biting of their lips didn’t matter. You watch as Santiago draws blood from Ben’s shoulder, a sharp reminder of his position without going too far to invoke Will’s wrath. Francisco clawing his nails down Santiago’s back. Ben edging Santiago’s cock but stopping him as the base, right before climax. You see the matching cuts on Francisco and Santiago’s arms.

They were beautiful. But you couldn’t see their beauty.

You saw Will, who killed Jonah. Jonah, who yes did something terrible to you but was still a father to you. Will, who controlled your every move, who made allowances for Santiago’s behavior again and again and again, who knew what Ben did to Iris but did nothing.

You saw Ben, a rapist who impregnated Iris, who killed Rey.

You saw Santiago, a psychopath who raped and burned you while pregnant, who was responsible for the distruction of so many lives here.

And Francisco, who let it all happen.

*

You fell asleep that night in Francisco's arms, the other retiring to their rooms. You slept with Frankie most nights, Santiago surely letting it go for now until he no longer needed you. What were these last 2 months when he could have an eternity with Francisco? You were deep in sleep, dreaming when something began to wake you. A hand on your mouth. You were certain it was the incubus again, you try to scream but the hand over your mouth is clamped on tight. You open your eyes to see Jonah’s face.

All attempts to scream, to move are fruitless as you wake up, writhing but you are held tightly around the waist, large hands holding down both of your own. Jonah -or the incubus taking his form- didn’t attempt to touch you, instead when you locked eyes with him they were wide with worry. Tired, dark bags under his eyes. You look down. It’s Francisco’s hands that are holding you.

Your body stills, tears forming in your eyes from fear and anger and confusion. Jonah isn’t dead.

Slowly, Francisco’s hand is removed from your mouth to let out a whimper as you turn around to see him. “What’s happening?” You cry to your husband, his soft face looking as scared as you are.

“We’re leaving.” He helps you sit up in the bed, then gets up, getting dressed in the light of the candle.

“No.” You shake your head, inching away from Jonah. “I’m not going anywhere with him.” Your voice is quiet, cracking with emotion as you try to wrap your head around it all. 

Iris’s voice speaks as she lights a candle now, revealing her face in the dark room. “It’s okay, trust me.” She uses your real name.

“But… but he… he tried too…” You couldn’t say the words.

Jonah was knelt at your bed, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I don’t expect you to forgive me for what i did honey. It was wrong. But please… I need you to know I would never, ever have violated you… it doesn’t make what happened any better but… I need you to know how it really happened.”

Shaking in bed, you look to Iris, the only face here you could trust for truth. “Just hear him out. I won’t tell you how to feel.”

Francisco gently tugged you out of bed, dressing you in warm clothing and putting socks and shoes on as Jonah told you what happened. He explained how Will made him a deal, a chance to get Iris out. How Will gave permission to rape you, but he swore up and down he’d kill himself before he took it that far, that he would never have touched you or hurt you, he just needed to scare you.

You couldn’t process this. Will was… Will. You didn’t trust him, but Will protected you! He’d never let someone hurt you to scare a lesson into you!

“No…” You say as Francisco ties your shoes. “No he wouldn’t let someone hurt me… he took a bullet for me!”

Iris shushed you harshly, but Jonah shook his head. “No, he didn’t. Melody was trying to kill Ben because he raped her. Honey…” He sighed. “Iris… she told me about the “incubus…” I thought you knew…”

You blink. “Knew what?”

“Will. He was coming into your room every night… I didn’t- Rey and I thought… we didn’t think he was doing it when you slept. I’m sorry.”

No. No, Will wouldn’t do that. Will wouldn’t take you while you were sleeping! Why would he do that when you were available to him all day every day? You remembered what Santiago said, that if the baby came out with blonde hair, there’d be a problem… When trying to conceive, Francisco was barely talking to you, and Santiago was angry at you the first time you didn’t end up pregnant… you were fill most days by the Miller brothers multiple times…

This baby was likely one of theirs.

“Madonna…” Francisco whispers wrapping his arm around your middle. “We have to go. We’re getting you and Iris out.”

*

Down the halls, you sneak, the four of you walking as quietly as possible and navigating where guards are posted, where the floors creak and moan the most, and how to avoid Ben or Santiago or Will. 

Your heart was beating a million times a minute, your skin on fire with fear, holding your belly. You needed to be brave. This was no life for your baby to grow up in, Santiago was not a parent to raise a child…

For the first time, you realize why your dad was willing to tear everything he knew apart to make a better life for you.

“This way.” Francisco motions, but Jonah stops, making you and Iris stop too.

Jonah whispers. “You said we were going this way? That way is past Ben’s room.”

“There was a change in the guards, Will has them all posted along that side now.”

“And you just now thought to tell me?”

“C’mon.”

Reluctantly, Jonah follows Francisco down the hall, right to Ben’s room where he stops.

“...Frank…”

But Francisco lingers on the door, hand brushing against the wood.

“Frankie, don’t.” Iris pleads, but you are frozen. Jonah grabs Iris, telling you to follow him but you’re frozen in place. He doesn’t see you not following, or he doesn’t care. His priority is Iris, and you can’t blame him for that. You watch in horror as Francisco knocks on the door, and Ben answers with a wide grin.

“Should’ve known you’d come knocking, baby…” He pulls him in for a kiss, pulling his pouty lower lips between his teeth but stopping when he saw you.

“Why is she here?” he says with disdain. It shouldn’t hurt, but it did. He was supposed to love you. He could be the father of your baby… He’s the father of Iris’s baby you remind yourself.

“Benny, Benny I need you to listen to me, okay?” Francisco pleads, his hands pawing at Benny’s baby face, begging for attention, for understanding and suddenly you know what he’s doing.

“Francisco…” You mutter, disappointment clawing at your throat, but both men ignored you.

“Frankie, what's going on?” Ben’s voice was soft and worried, that tender tone he only ever used on Francisco. He half chuckles, and it’s a nervous sound. “You’re scaring me here…”

A soft kiss to his lips. “We need to leave, okay? We gotta get Madonna out of here… she can’t be with Santi, he’s crazy, he’ll kill her.”

Ben shakes his head, laughing lightly in disbelief. “No way, man. We have a duty here. The savior, Santi-”

“FUCK Santi, Ben, I-” Francisco’s voice crack, holding Ben against the wall, his plush lips trailing the younger man’s skin. “Benny, please, I love you, I love you so fucking much. We don’t need him, we can just leave, we can start a new life… Jonah and Iris are leaving, we’ll be far away with Madonna long before anyone knows we’re gone… We don’t need anyone else, we only need each other… Please, please, please, just… come with me…”

Ben searched his face, blue eyes shining. He touched Francisco’s face with such tenderness you didn’t think possible from the hurricane of a man. Ben with Francisco was a totally different man.

But he was still loyal to Santiago above all else.

“Frankie, let’s just go talk to Santi-”

“No, Ben-”

“We’ll work this out, get Iris and Jonah back”

No, no they can’t have her. They can’t fucking touch Iris.

But Francisco just nods, closing his eyes. “Okay. Okay yeah, we’ll make this right.”

 “Francisco!” You are once again ignored.

Francisco closes in on Ben, caging him against the wall as he kisses him. “We’ll be together, right? After the savior is born, we can be together…”

“Yeah baby.” Ben kisses him back, arms wrapped around his thick middle. “Just you and me. We don’t need no one else.”

Francisco raises his hand to Ben’s neck and you think he’s going to caress his face… but then Ben’s movements halt to a stop. Then, a slow jerking of his body, and Francisco whispering, ‘I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Benny’

Blood trickled down his arm, and as Francisco pulled away you see that Francisco slit his throat. He slowly lowers his lover’s heavy frame to the ground, the younger man’s body still jolting and a gagging, gurgling sound escaping his throat. Ben was dying silently, a complete opposite of the way he lived.

His body shook as the last blood spilled, and all Francisco could do was hold him and cry.

BEN IS DEAD!!!!!!

Also, JONAH IS ALIVE!

next chapter is our finale!!!

what do we think is gonna happen, girlie pops!!!

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[alaskacoolkid1]

Got too silly :((

Basically there's a vocaloid song called "romeo and cinderella", if you can't tell that's what this is based off. I don't know much about either stories but who am I if not someone who loves knights and princesses, so this takes inspiration from the song more then anything but takes more inspiration from my wack ass thoughts. Incass you cannot tell noise is cinderella because erm I wanted to see him in the dress, thought he'd look cool. Haven't drawn Noisette yet, I'm a bit tired but wanna put her in an outfit like this (credit to @ye-olde-rd )

It's big a3 paper, my plan for it is to colour it in and put it on my wall

[kilfeur]

Y avait quelque chose qui me tracassait concernant le passage où Kazi et Callum découvrent le poème ainsi que le texte de la lame de Nova. Donc j'ai voulu revoir l'extrait pour voir si je pouvais avoir une seconde lecture.

"Et bien qu'éternel, il rendit son dernier souffle, Laurelion l'immortel n'était plus."

@starry-skies-writes avait parlé dans un post que ce passage est assez paradoxal. Disant que si une étoile meurt, sa lumière traverse toujours l'univers et c'est ce qu'on voit. Donc ce serait possible que quelque chose de similaire arrive à Aaravos. Même si il meurt, il sera toujours présent d'une autre manière, peut être qu'il deviendrait une sorte d'esprit par exemple ? Ça collerait avec le seul sort de l'étoile qu'on connaît qui est capable de réunir un esprit et un corps ensemble.

Puis vient le passage décrivant la lame de Nova :

"Blanc est le coeur de l'étoile qui l'a transpercé, l'ivoire draconique a infligé la morsure de la mort. Désormais connu sous le nom de Lame de Nova"

A mes yeux, la Lame de Nova est comme Excalibur, une lame incassable capable de couper toute matière. Il est même dit de son fourreau qu'il le protège de toute blessure (bien que je doute que la Lame de Nova a un fourreau). C'est intéressant car justement dans les légendes, Excalibur est surtout connu pour être un symbole de la légitimité d'Arthur en tant que roi. Et je pense que quelque chose de similaire va arriver dans la tour pour Callum, il pourra recevoir la lame selon deux possibilités : soit la lame vient à sa main dans un moment crucial ou bien il devra la retirer de son socle. Mais seulement si il en est digne. Car je pense que c'est l'arme qui va choisir son détenteur et non l'inverse. Le fait que justement Callum a un parallèle avec Harrow vu que tout deux ont choisi le bandeau sans compter la couronne. Ça ne fait que solidifier ma pensée comme quoi il va être légitime de la Lame de Nova mais aussi de la couronne du paradis.

En revanche, il y a quelque chose d'autre qui me tracasse au sujet de la lame de Nova. Si cette lame est aussi dangereuse, pourquoi elle est justement gardée dans une tour protégés par des elfes célestes ? Ça n'aurait pas été plus logique de détruire cette lame si c'est une menace pour eux ? L'une des seules description qu'on a du peuple des elfes des étoiles : c'est qu'Aaravos les voit comme arrogants, que selon Rayla ce sont les premiers elfes. Ils n'ont pas écouté les supplications de l'humanité et auraient provoqué des cataclysmes lorsque l'humanité avait utilisé la magie primale dans les histoires courtes.

Peut être que c'est justement à cause de leur arrogance, qu'ils se disent que tant que cette arme dangereuse est loin d'eux ils seront en sécurité. Ou bien justement ils pensent pouvoir être suffisamment puissant pour pouvoir surpasser cette lame. Du coup une question se pose qui a forgé la Lame de Nova ? Était ce l'humanité elle même qui a décidé de se venger contre les elfes des étoiles ? Ou bien il s'agit d'un elfe des étoiles lui même qui l'a forgé ? Et si la deuxième option est vrai, je pense que ce serait assez intéressant.

There was something bugging me about the part where Kazi and Callum discover the poem and the text of Nova's blade. So I wanted to see this passage again to see if I could have a second reading.

"And though undying, took last breath, immortal Laurelion was no more."

starry-skies-writes had talked in a post that this passage is quite a paradox. Saying that if a star dies, its light still travels through the universe and that's what we see. So it would be possible for something similar to happen to Aaravos. Even if he dies, he'll still be present in some other way, perhaps becoming something like a spirit? That would fit in with the only star spell we know of that's capable of bringing a spirit and a body together.

Then comes the passage describing Nova's blade:

"White is the heart of the star that pierced it, draconic ivory inflicted the bite of death. Now known as the Nova Blade."

In my eyes, Nova's blade is like Excalibur, an unbreakable blade capable of cutting through any material. Its sheath is even said to protect it from injury (although I doubt Nova's blade has a sheath). This is interesting, because in the legends, Excalibur is best known as a symbol of Arthur's legitimacy as king. And I think something similar will happen in the starscraper for Callum, who will be able to receive the blade in two possible ways: either the blade comes to his hand at a crucial moment, or he'll have to remove it from its base. But only if he's worthy because I think it's the weapon that will choose its owner, not the other way around. The fact that Callum has a parallel with Harrow, given that they both chose the blindfold, not to mention the crown. This only solidifies my thought that he'll be legitimate to the Nova blade but also to the Corona of Heavens.

However, there's something else that puzzles me about Nova's blade. If this blade is so dangerous, why is it kept in a tower protected by celestial elves? Wouldn't it make more sense to destroy the blade if it's a threat to them? One of the only descriptions we have of the startouch elves is that Aaravos sees them as arrogant, and according to Rayla, they're the first elves. They didn't listen to humanity's pleas and provoked cataclysms when humanity used primal magic in the short stories.

Perhaps it's precisely because of their arrogance, that they tell themselves that as long as this dangerous weapon is away from them, they'll be safe. Or maybe they just think they're powerful enough to overcome this blade. Which begs the question: who forged the Nova Blade? Was it mankind itself who decided to take revenge on the startouch elves? Or was it a startouch elf himself who forged it ? And if the second option is true, I think it would be pretty interesting.

[aurevoirmonty]

Seuls les héros ont cette possibilité, les semi-divins, ceux qui sont nés ainsi, mais tous ne la réalisent pas. C'est très difficile. Le héros doit tout risquer, sa mort physique et spirituelle, son démembrement, la torture, la trahison, la solitude ultime. Et sans ce saut, son épée ne sera jamais tenue fermement, incassable, résistant à l'angoisse et à la douleur jusqu'à la fin, jusqu'à la dernière épreuve, le doute final, lorsqu'il croira que tout a été fait en vain, que rien n'a été certain, seulement son esprit, ses créations mentales qui l'ont conduit à cette transe fatale et à l'effondrement de l'Univers dans son être entier déchiré.

Si le Héros réussit à passer cette épreuve, s'il parvient à y survivre, de l'autre côté, au Valhalla de Wotan, sa Walkyrie, avec le Père des Héros, réunira ses morceaux épars, ravivant sa chair glorieuse, désormais de Vajra Rouge, immortelle, lui permettant d'aller dans une région où seule sa Walkyrie pourra le suivre.

Miguel Serrano

[porcom]

Glass

"Peu de temps après les événements relatés dans Split, David Dunn, l'homme incassable, poursuit sa traque de La Bête, surnom donné à Kevin Crumb depuis qu'on le sait capable d'endosser 23 personnalités différentes. De son côté, le mystérieux homme souffrant du syndrome des os de verre Elijah Price suscite à nouveau l'intérêt des forces de l'ordre en affirmant détenir des informations capitales sur les deux hommes."

👍 Aimé

[vintagebiker43]

Era tanto innocente e perseguitato dalla magistratura che ha deciso di patteggiare. Patrioti, avete qualcosa da aggiungere o incassate l’ennesima figura di mer#a della destra al governo e restate umili? #Toti

[lisaalmeida]

Amoureux de l'hiver

Je t'ai déjà vu une fois

sous des fenêtres gelées froides

La neige se noyait lentement

Toile blanche sur ton corps

la couverture hivernale

Je t'ai déjà vu une fois

les formes blanches progressaient

la route a été ramifiée

Des traces de neige tremblaient

Le lac était glacé

Je t'ai déjà vu une fois

Je voulais te toucher avec une main glacée

la neige est tombée incassable

et m'a poursuivi en hiver

tous les papillons blancs

Je t'ai déjà vu une fois

Des portes invisibles ont ouvert

et tout ce qu'il faut aimer

Elle est restée ici pour toujours

Je t'ai vu une fois

Éva Éva Éva

[vinylespassion]

The Goodson Gramophone Record, un disque incassable car pliable, 1930.

[hellmouthheritage]

Venu d'en dessous, ça dévore tout! Hellmouth BTVS RPG

Buffy Summers :

Je me souviens de cette endroit comme si c'était encore hier. Cette bouche de l'enfer est une partie de moi que je ne pourrai jamais oublier. Lorsque j'étais au lycée, je vivais à chaque jour dessus. J'avais l'habitude de me tenir la tête haute et de me dire que j'étais capable de tout affronter. Je n'avais qu'une seule façon de penser et d'agir, mon instinct. J'avais l'habitude d'être si forte, d'être celle que rien ni personne peut faire tomber. J'avais les bras forts d'Angel qui se fermaient autour de moi et plus rien ne semblait pouvoir m'arrêter. J'étais incassable, comme si rien ne pouvait aller mal, malgré tous ces démons qui tentaient de nous tuer, mes amis et moi. J'étais insouciante, imprévisible, je n'écoutais que les premières pensées qui me venaient à l'esprit. J'étais tellement bien... 

Maintenant, j'ai de la difficulté à penser, à respirer. J'arrive à peine à dormir depuis que je suis de retour. Je suis à nouveau responsable d'un groupe, mais cette fois c'est différent. Ce ne sont pas mes amis, ce sont mes enfants, ceux de mes amis, des jeunes dont j'ai la responsabilité et je n'ai pas la tête aussi froide que celle de Giles. Je n'ai pas les connaissances ni les belles paroles qui puissent les calmer pour qu'ils se sentent soutenu. La seule chose que je détiens, c'est le pouvoir. Cette source inépuisable de forces qui fait de moi qui je suis. Une tueuse. La meilleure. Je ne peux plus vivre dans le dénie d'être morte deux fois, je suis là et maintenant j'ai une nouvelle destinée à accomplir et je compte bien en finir une bonne fois pour toute avec cette bouche de l'enfer.

Je me suis rapproché d'Oz ces derniers-jours, c'est étrange pour moi de savoir qu'il est le père de mes enfants. Il est beau, tendre et au lit il arrive à combler toutes mes envies. Il me donne le sourire, une envie de mordre dans la vie. Avec lui je me sens bien, je me suis ouverte et je l'ai laissé entré dans ma vie, dans ma famille comme s'il y avait toujours été, mais il me manque quelque chose. Il me manque une férocité, une rage, une soif de pouvoir infini qui comblerait mes besoins les plus sombres. Je suis faite de ténèbres, je suis habité par la mort. J'ai envie que cette bouche de l'enfer m'avale et me recrache après. J'ai ce besoin de forces brutales qui me pousse à tuer. Je n'arrive pas encore tout à fait à comprendre les raisons de mon retour, malgré cette rencontre avec le destin. Être ici, à Sunnydale, c'est ça le véritable enfer.

Mes pieds sont sur ce ciment qui la recouvre aujourd'hui. Nous allons avoir besoins de pioches et de masses si on veut y accéder à nouveau. Je ressens sa force, sa source, sa puissance. Je suis sur la bouche de l'enfer et je sais qu'elle est prête à me dévorer. Mes yeux regardent le sol et je ne ressens même plus la peur. Je ne ressens qu'une force tangible qui me permettra de la fermer une bonne fois pour toute et ensuite ce sera celle de Cleveland. Je suis prête à affronter toutes les épreuves que le destin mettra sur ma route.

Je suis prête. 

Un bruit, une apparition électrifiante est entrain d'avoir lieu derrière moi. Rapidement je me retourne pour prendre à la gorge celui qui est entrain d'apparaitre. Mes doigts se serrent autour de son cou, mes ongles s'enfoncent sous sa peau. Mon sourcil gauche se arque et si mon regard avait pu le tuer, il serait déjà mort.

D'Hoffryn !?

[monegasque-fille]

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