#the blood driping from her mouth

[team7-headquarter]

TREMBLING. THE POWER SHE HOLDS, THE PRESENCE SHE HAS, SHE'S THE QUEEN.

[spitinsideme]

I JUST WATCHED TROLLS 2 AND 3 AND POMNI AND FAGATHA ARE LITTERALY THAT ONE COUPLE IN TROLL 3 THEY ARE ACTUALLY BRUCE AND HIS WIFEE!!!! THEY ARE THEM!!!!

first of sll, i want to sy that youre completely right and this is kind of them and secomd of all, i am about to be hormh for trolls 2 world tpur delta the country troll because i need to talk aboitit so badly. im putting a warning now that i am going to he HORNY i will get NSFW !!! i jst neees to get this off my chest i domt.care read at your own risk ive warned yo all

for the record, i love and respext women and i think all women are complex and have so muxb to.them. i also am normal

this womaj right here ... this love of my life .. never ib my life hav ei thought that trolls coukd have sex appeal, i domt look st them and think yeah whatever fuckable because they never have. bit her ? her aura lf sadness, her i take no shit thing, her toughness ... god i get the sex appeal now i fucking get it because i want her so .. so badly ...

i want to.fuckimg RIDE her and i donr even mean her horse side i dont want to ride her like a cowgirl bit god if she wants to do it in cowgirl position i happily fucking ill get in posoition ill get rrady and god o will JUMP on whateber thr fucm she will have me juml on i dont even lime dick but if she had one ? im giving the most sloppy, toe curling, gut wrenching, hair pulling, blood sucking, world ending, pussy shatterimg, cock destroying, orgasm overload head of the WORLD. illngive a mew meaning to a blowjob and if she has a pussy shit ill fuckong eat it too id do whatever she wnated id get on my knees for her id hump the FUCK out of her four horse legs shw wpukd have my wetness stuck in her fur for weeks afrer that and id lick kt lff okay id clesn it off for her id use my tongue skills tp do the jlb RIGHR and id ensing eery ssimgle second of having my tomfue on her. i want her to mount me like a fuckong horse i want her on.top of me as i lay stosmxh on.the floor i want her destroying me i want my inskde ANNIHILATED !!!! i want her to fuck me so hard my ovaries become scrambled eggs abd she tames them out, fries them, seasoms them, and serves them to me on a plate and tells me i did a good job with her beautoful southern voice. i want her to literlly obliterate me i want her to trample me i want my stomach lining to be destroyed becayse she wilm shove her hoove so far down my thrlst that it will cause friction burn and make my saliva acidic i liteelaly want her to est me oit and make me see god and have him be disgusted and terrfied at the sounds im makimg he needs to be scared and regret ever making genitals for humans becayse the face and the sounds i will be making will caise him to start planning a homosapien extermaination to start over humanity because hes terrfied of what he created by giving humajs sexual pleasure thats how good she will eat me out.

and.god her voide ? her fucking voice ? her southern accent ???? take me already ??? i want tp make her scream i need to mske her scream i want to.her her say my namewith her southern accent and i want her to call me sweerie throufhout it and ill make sure i please her so much that she will say it bwcause indeserce ir after makung her eyes rolls baxk and her legs kick i wanr her to kick me as shes having an orgasn i aant her o literally send me flying woth her kicks she shpukd kick me so hard that inget internal bleeding but, even with blood driping down my mouth from my lungs being punctured from my broken ribs, i come back.to help ride her throifh her orgasm and give her as many more as she wants i want her pulling my hair until she rips it all out and ingo bald id have a wig eveey single time and id suoer glue it onto my head so i coukd fall how jars shes pulling i wsnt her to pull that superglued wig off every time and i want to have my skull showikg by the ampunt of skin and musfle she pulled off

AND THE HAID ???THE FUCKING HAIE ???? GOD !!!! IM GETTING STARTED ON THAT BECAUSE JESUF FUCKING CHRIST I MEAN JOLLY FUCKING JEEZ ILL DO ANYTHING JUST TAKE ME ALREASY !!! her hair looks sosos soft and i want to touch jt .. i woukd beg for some of her hair, and then id take crochet courses abd lesrn how to crochet and after id do all that and do lots of practice id make knickers and a bra using the hair she had so kindly given me and id wear it every single day every single hour eveeh single minite for all the secknds that pass and it wpukd feel like delta herself touching me everyrwhere in those places for so long id even make fill on clothes out of he rhair and id wear them rverday and id get the appeal of clorhed sex, id never take my clothes off anymore, i woukdnt even have to because just having those clothes on would count as clothed sex becaause of how lustful id feel just wesing them. everyrime id move and the fricrion make the clorhes get mkre omto my body id start sweating, abd the swear would make the cllthes stick mkre tonmy body abd at that point id have the mosr earth desteoyong orgasm, the ground bellw me would be so destroyed that i could see the other side of the world from the hole i jjst created using my hole do you undeeatand ? im gay for herm i want her. i want to make a dildo using her hoove shape, and then i want to make a.cover for it using her hair anr that thong woukd be inside me every single fucking dsy nonstop id neve rtake ir our, by day two it woukd be disimtegrated because of how wet id made ir i woukd mske it out of steel or whateve5 fuckingg stromg ass materail but the poert of my pussy and love woukd get it to disintgerate and go soggy lke paper. that thing woukd merge inside me that it woukd count as a third limb it wpukd count as a whole new beong inside me id name it. my medical records would have tonbe changed to account for the thing i made in her honour because it ould nor officialby be part of me. it woukd be in there forever.

basiclsly, what im trying to say is, i think shes a reallyy cool charavter 👍

[maxismp1]

I'm here now, König...

König x reader. Angst, comfort and bit of graphic stuf

You and König knew eachother since the very start.. Him being a colonel and you a simple lieutenant. Many missions togetger and separated, feelings caught, hurt and yet again, revived.

This OP was no diferent then other. A simple get in, grab intel and get out. Nothing can be simple. König was caught. Evryone only found out after a week of his absence. And you, the second you found out , volontered to find him. Assembling a small squad of 4 people to find was a quick thing. Everyone wanted there colonel to come back, even tho some daubted he was alive at all.

"Blitz in, climbing levels" your voice chimes true the coms while you climb the stairs where he was held. Once clena black uniform now coverd in dark red liquid. Many bodies behind you, left to rot. They have died by your hand, and so will others in your way.

Soon, you reach the final door, quickly and quietly taking out the two guards. Painfull yet hushed groans and pleades are geard from the other side of the door.. All of them to familiar.

With your strenght, you push the heavy door open. In there you see something that would make even the Ghost puke. König was chained by his hands to the roof, making his body dangle a bit. His legs tied to one another. Body bare, only underwear on. Many bruises, newly opend wounds, blood driping from his body onto the cold concreet floor. They striped him off of any pride or secretys. Even the mask torn and trown onto the floor. His soft ginger hair that you loved to run your fingers true now fallen onto his face, sticking onto the bloodied forhead.

Inside were two other guards and a man holding a dagger, once drgaing it over his body but noe standing aware of your presance.

You fully push the door open, standing in the middle with a dagger in hand, eyes widen in rage and discust. Without a word you leap and attack. Slicing the mans neck and hitting his head onto the floor. The dagger trown onto one of the other guards, hiting dead centar of its chest. As the final guard gose to fire his wepon, you duck and trip him. Quickly stanfing up and stoping on tgere skull. Killing them aswell.

Heavy breathing come out if your lips as you catch your breath. A small groan if pain leaves Königs lips, slowly turning your head in his direction before walking to him.

"what have they done to you.." you move to gently remove the chains around his hands. As the restraints were cut off, Konig slumped over onto your shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief now that the fight was over, but the injuries he had sustained were obvious.He winced as he put weight on his legs, wincing in pain.He tried to regain his footing, but you could tell he wasn't doing too well.He took a step towards you before his knees collapsed, and he went down hard.

"hey hey hey.." you stand infront of him. Even as he is kneeling, he is few inches taller. "konig, hey.. Take it slowly... All of them are dead, no one can hurt you.. Others are outside waiting... We have time.." you sit on the floor and move so his head rests on your lap. speaking into the coms for rainforcments to help lift him and get him to the vheicle broth hid atention back to you, but it didnt last long.

He rested his head on your lap, taking a couple deep breaths. He then looked up at you, his injured face was now only a few inches away.

"You came..." he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Blitz could see a faint blush come across Konig's face as she realized that he was resting on her lap. He glanced down but didn't move off, instead he stayed where he was, allowing her to comfort him while they waited for reinforcements.

"of course.. Always.."

Konig nodded again, glancing down at his naked and injured body. It had been cold, but now that he was with you and no longer fighting for his life he could start thinking about other things.

"Blitz...can I ask you something...?" he said softly, still keeping his head on your lap.

"save your energy.. I need you to stay awaik for me, okay?"

Konig smiled faintly at you before he let out a small sigh. His head was still resting on your lap, and now he was covered by your jacket as well.

"You...you really care about me, don't you?" he said softly, glancing back up at you.

"You came all this way to help me..."

He paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Blitz..."

"of course König. Always for you, onky for you.." his eyes start to drop, and eory groes within you

"König, please dont.. Stay awisk for me"

"Mhm..." Konig mumbled as he closed his eyes.

He leaned a little forward, his body now resting completely on your lap. He was so close to you that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face. His face was still injured, his forehead still had some blood on it, his nose bruised, his cheeks covered with scrapes and cuts.

"come on.. Please"

Konig was drifting in and out of sleep as you spoke to him. His body was exhausted from fighting and from the torture he had endured.

Despite your protests, he continued to doze off. You could feel his body shifting slightly in your lap, as if he were falling asleep.

Konig's breathing became slower and more shallow as he drifted off.

"fuck.." you nudge him, trying to get him to wake up, but no avail.. Soon, footsteps are heard of the others. Once they reach you, everything becomes a blur.. Medic yelling, people pickint him up and bringing him to the vehicle .. Everything was happening to fast.

Gotta admit. I havent done any of stories in more then a year. So eola.

[weheirsofdurin]

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

There are two, simply because I ahve a really angsty one I wrote before I actually cared about Fili and Kili; and one I wrote while feeling very depressed myself.

It's so hard to chose what section to put here. The title of the Fic 1 is Never Kili Without Fili Nor Fili Without Kili by Verbophobic

Fandoms:The Hobbit - All Media Types  

Explicit

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

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Complete Work

08 Feb 2018

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Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Kíli (Tolkien)

Fíli (Tolkien)

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Family

Summary

Growing up it was always Fili and Kili, on the quest it was always Kili and Fili. Never was it Kili OR Fili

Language: English Words: 1,429 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 6 Kudos: 46 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 561

“Ki- I love you. Please-” He let out a harsh breath and blood dripped from the corner of his lips, “Please don’t leave me.” His tears flowed solidly leaving trails that disappeared into his blond mane.  “I wont, I won’t ever leave you Fi.” Kili promised his brother as he too cried heavily. Fili was fading fast and as they clasped hands he had to make sure he got his last words out before it was too late. “I love you too, Nadad.” “Nadadnith���” A breath left him and the tears stopped flowing from the older of the two. When Fili’s eyes glazed over and he was no more Kili fell to his side and helf tighter to Fili’s hand. Blood driped out of his mouth, staining his lips red as he struggled to speak. “I’ll be there soon, wait for me?” He begged as he curled up to encircle his brothers head and keep him better protected from the massacre that was still ongoing. From his back jutted five orcish arrows all tipped with a deadly poison.It was only moments later that his body gave a great shudder then stilled as he joined his brother. It was never Kili without Fili, nor was it Fili without Kili.

The second fic was just hard to write because I was in a dark point of my life, hating the mangorial abuse at work, and hating myself. SO I wrote something to explain away my sorrows.

A Frayed LifeLine by Verbophobic

Fandoms:The Hobbit - All Media Types  

Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

No category

Complete Work

31 Jan 2018

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Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Thorin Oakenshield

Kíli (Tolkien)

Fíli (Tolkien)

Beorn (Tolkien)

Depression

References to Depression

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Summary

Fili isn't the same after surviving Azog's attack at the battle of five armies. He think's he's putting on a good front so no one knows; but everyone is letting him /think/ he's hiding well when he's not. He wont talk to anyone and has gotten to the point where intervention might be necessary. But then a single Meow draws him back to the world and he's fighting for her. Because if he doesn't take care of her, who will?

Big TW: For depression following

The door closed securely and he let the cat go before moving on his way to the baths. He stripped and ginaced at the stench he could nearly taste from his clothes and was glad he had been motivated to come clean. Sitting in the tub filled with steaming water he relaxed for just a few moments before he pulled his legs up and with his elbows on his knees made an ‘ugly’ face as a sob racked through him. “How- how did I fall this much? When did it get so bad?” He whispered to himself as he fought against the urge to wail like a child, he just wanted it all to stop. For the world to take a deep breath and let him relax for a single day. As he sat there he daren’t close his eyes least the nightmare that haunted his dreams plague the darkness beneath his lids. He worked and worked and worked, his excuse was that it was to please Thorin and prove he would be a great heir when the time came; but Fili could not lie to himself. He was letting himself go, the depression and fear that kept him awake at night was beginning to affect him during the days now. He found himself forgetting to eat, hiding away and burying himself under work that he pretended needed to be done when it was little more than an offhanded suggestion from his uncle, by Mahal’s beard he was not even feeling motivated enough to clean himself half the time! He lied to everyone telling them he was fine, that Azog skewering him like he was a pig to be put upon a spit was nothing more than another victorious battle to boast about. But in reality every time he slept he relived the moment over and over; the feeling of the blade slicing through him as well as a dagger used on heated butter, the light airy feeling of being tossed over the edge hard impact of the ground breaking bone after bone and causing such agony he could barely grunt to his brother. He knew Kili still had nightmares of seeing his big brother in that condition- hitting the ground- and often was seen staring at Fili just to make sure Fili was still there. Fingers dug into his scalp and he gasped as he struggled to keep himself from screaming while at the same time depriving himself of the necessary air to breathe. He couldn’t breathe- Mahal! He was suffocating! Had someone blocked off all airways to the room?! Was he trapped in here to die with nothing in his lungs but screams and sobs he would not allow himself? His face was soaked with the tears and he was growing paler and paler as he struggled and fought to gasp.

[rosewoodpeachtree]

This is an original work of mine, so far nothing more than an idea I spent a few days writting about. The general plot I have for it is Scarlett, a former human, gets accidentally killed by some monsters who go to an elite school (which may or may not train monsters to fight against humans in a race war I really haven't decided, it's still very self-indulgent with no real plot and a bunch of twinks and switches who flirt) and the resident black/blood magic user resurrects her in an annual school only magic demonstration, and Scarlett becomes a succubus.

But Scarlett was previously a.. (whispers) slut

So she fits right in and really adjusts well to TAOATM, pronounced Totem, ooor...

The Academy Of All Things Magical

This story is more porn with plot that anything, and most of the plot will be added in around the fun sexy stuff. So basically I was bored and wanted fun succubus at monster school who flirts with everyone.

So enjoy. Tell me what you think, which parts are cringy, etc. And this is obviously not finished. This is more of a prequel to the story than anything, and it's not ment to be taken seriously. This isn't a book/erotica, it's just fun smut that I'd probably post on AO3, not publish. I'm not a professional in any sense of the word, I just like writting smut. So read with cation⚠️ mistakes, grammar errors, and run on sentences ahead (probably)

Waking up was harder than it should have been for Scarlett. She usually didnt try to wake up so hard, but the black, endless void of her dream gave her creepy vibes, so she wanted to get the hell out of there immediately. All she did was float, suspended on her back through the darkness, feeling like she was underwater and also feeling like she wasn't breathing, or more like she didn't need to breath in that moment.

A lot of nightmare like dreams ended with her becoming partly lucid in the dream, if she wasn't already. Lucid dreams were no stranger to her, she had them all the time but this time it really was different. She could feel the void around her, like a thick inky feeling. She could hear muffled voices that also sounded like they were coming from above her, above the liquid she was in.

Being semi-conscious, she half opened her eyes only to be met with pure darkness, and not her room. She couldn't feel the bed, the sheets, the blankets, or the 5 or so stuffies she usually slept with. She couldn't feel anything around her, but slowly, as she truly woke up she felt the weightlessness of being in water, but something was off. Being in water as she woke up, as the first wrong thing, and secondly the water was fairly warm, like a hot springs or hot tub.

There's no reason she should be underwater. Or under whatever liquid she was in, because there was no way whatever this was, was water.

She tried to pull herself upright, but the density of the liquid proved to be harder to move through. She pushed up with her hands as well, pushing outward with her legs to press against smooth walls of the tub she was in, realizing that as she felt the shape of the walls around her and under her.

She reached up, grabbing at the rounded, smooth edge of the tub to try and pull herself up. She felt the underside of the tubs rim, and tried to grab on, but she couldn't stay up long enough to grasp it. As she continued to struggle, panicking more and more as she couldn't get above the liquid, to breath, a clawed hand grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her into a sitting position.

She gasped, opening her mouth and letting the metallic-tasting liquid into her airways before she got fully above it.

"*Relax,*" An annoyed feminine voice came from her left side, presumably the voice belonging to person at the other end of the hand still holding her tight by her neck, but not painfully so. "Just sit still."

Scarlett spat out what got in her mouth, spitting out anything that driped down into her mouth as well. She blew air out of her nose, getting some of the viscous liquid out. She could feel it slowly spill down her face in thick globs, and it glued her hair to her scalp and neck. The liquid clung to her body, and while lots fell quickly in big splashes, it soon slowed down and still coated her in a thick layer all over.

She glanced over at the person holding her, and keeping her from slipping, and what she saw left her wide-eyed and breathless. A dragon. A pink-ish dragon. She looked around at her surroundings, and she was surrounded on all sides by what looked to be a school's worth of monsters. The room was huge, possibly the size of a theater. Looking up, there was a black crystal chandelier above her, in the shape of a pentagram, with red candles at each point. The body was made of a deep gold color, and the candles seemed in perfect condition.

Standing in front of her was a tall elf witch, in a flowy blue dress and a purple witch's hat. She had circular glasses and pure black eyes that unnerved her, and a purple cresent shape on her forehead, which encircled an also-purple crystal hanging from a head necklace, with two smaller blue crystals on either side. The woman sighed, tapping a wand on the side of her face while eyeing Scarlett, staring directly at her.

She averted her eyes, not wanting to stare back at her kidnappers. I mean, what else could this be? She took note of the dark colored liquid, and the gold coated inside of the freestanding tub, the same as the chandelier.

"Put her under again, hold her if you have to, Mercy, Venus." The elf spoke to the two monsters on either side of her, the pink-ish dragon who still held her neck and a deep purple Naga to her left she only just noticed. "The ritual isn't finished. She isn't even fully transformed." The elf pouted, and she seemed just a tad bit disappointed.

The two monsters on either side, Mercy and Venus, grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pushed her back under the liquid, which she didn't get a good glance at, only that it was a dark color and tasted metallic.

She wanted to fight, but it seemed almost futile. Any twitch of movement got the clawed hands of the dragon to dig threateningly in her shoulder, so, as long as she didn't drown in this liquid she stayed still. Until, the temperature started to rise from its already warm state. It started to really heat up, and that's when the panic started to truly settle in. The liquid got fairly hot, like make you hiss as you sink into a hot bath for relaxation hot. After heating up and staying hot, it started to burn.

The temperature of the water isn't what left a burning sensation on her skin, it was the liquid itself. She could feel it being absorbed into her skin and body, she could feel it change her. Her hands clung to the edge of the tub and she fought against the monsters holding her down, and her mouth opened in a scream, resulting in swallowing and tasting metal.

Slowly, as the liquid seeped into her pours and skin and muscles, she could feel it getting lower, and it continued to drain until her nose was free in the air, and she was pulled up into a sitting position again.

Scarlett coughed up everything she could, until it hurt more to cough than it did to breath normally. She panted heavily, shaking from the adrenaline, fear, and effort.

"And that, my lovely Totem students and professors, is how a resurrection is done!" The elf said, taking off her witch hat and giving them all a bow.

Suddenly the monsters who surrounded her all applauded like she was some sort of freak show. They were loud, yelling their congrats to the dragon and Naga, and how impressive "professors Jezzabell" was.

Thats when a tall woman, at least 6ft tall, crouched down next to her with a flashlight, a stethoscope, and a pair of gloves on her hands. "Cami, dear, if you will," She motioned to a pink fluffy monster, with a giant pink afro and small orange horns who scurried over with a tray on wheels and wiped her face with a towl she plucked off the bottom shelf.

"We'll take good care of you human, don't you worry." Cami said with a warm smile, snapping on her own pair of gloves then going on to wipe off her left arm and hand with the towel. She then tore an alcohol packet and cleaned the inside of her elbow, so just her red skin was left, and attatched the grey thing from the hospital to her finger, to check whatever it checked.

Scarlett watched as she did all of this with great speed and concentration, but new a wave of fear hit her as Cami pulled a needle out, and started searching for a good vein. On her red skin. Red? Red??

The older lady, presumably the head nurse, grabbed her by the chin and turned Scarlett to face her. "I'm nurse Nina. Resident nurse. Just look at my face." She clicked the flashlight on and shined it in her eyes, making her flinch and turn away.

"Reactions good." Nina said, still seeing what she needed. She put the stethoscopes earpiece in her pointed ears. She reached over Scarlett for the towel on Cami's knee, and used it to wipe a clear spot on her bare chest, then put the cold metal of the stethoscope on her bare, red skin- bare? Red? She was naked?!

"Loosen up love, I'm gonna prick you now, okay? You're gonna feel a little pinch." Cami said, sticking the needle in a vein in the crock of her elbow, and Scarlett could only watch as her blood filled the collection tube, and with great speed Cami pulled the tube free when it was full, but not the needle, and connected a second tube.

"Deep breaths for me." Nina said, and Scarlett felt like she was getting whiplash, the two working around her like a well oiled machine, getting this weird checkup done quick. She felt like she had no choice, being difficult for difficult's sake was pointless. So, she took in three deep breaths, and then Nina moved to her back, wiping the entire middle down and pressing the now-warmed-up metal against her bare back.

After the second tube was full, Cami pulled the needle out and dropped it in an orange bin that was nearby, and a gauze with a big bandaid was placed over the small wound. The two tubes filled with her blood were placed in a standing container with holes just bigger than the tubes, keeping them upright.

Nina grabbed her arm, moving it in circular motions. "Cami." She said again, motioning for the fluffy monster to do the same. The two moved her arms all around, testing out every joint. "Wiggle all your fingers, human." Nina said, bending her elbow back and forth as she did so, and Cami followed.

"Good. You didn't do a half bad job, Jezzabell." The doctor gave the witch a backhanded compliment, and the elf just rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile.

"Keep working on your compliments, Nina, you'll get there."

"Alright time to stand up human." Nina said, ignoring Jezzabell. She stood up, and grabbed Scarlett under her arm, lifting her up with the help of Cami.

Scarlett swayed on her feet, feeling like she's been in a coma, and in all honesty maybe she has been. She had zero idea how she got here, who these monsters were, and what she did yesterday. The two held her steady, though, and Nina held her upright while Cami patted her fully naked body down with a new towel. Fully naked.

Fully. Naked. She was completely naked, no clothes. But that wasn't even the weirdest thing. Her skin was RED. She was a new fucking skin color. "What.. what did you do to me?" She looked around at anyone who would meet her eye, but Jezzabell held her gaze.

"We resurrected you, hun. One of our students accidentally took your leg off and you kinda bled out and died, soo I did a big tiresome black magic ritual to bring you back." Jezzabell sat down on a dark thrown-looking chair. "Speaking of tiresome, I'm going to pass out any second now." She slumped down in the chair with a big huff, but here eyes were still open and still black.

"Died?" Scarlett asked aloud, looking around her once again. Cami had wrapped a towl around her for her own modesty, which she appreciated. Nina helped her step out, and her feet made a wet gloppy sound as she brought much of the mystery liquid with her.

"I'll take you to my office, get you a shower, human." Nina said, holding her hand as they started to walk out. Only 10 or so steps out of the room, Scarlett saw her reflection in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. She stopped, gawking at her appearance.

"Human, there will be time for that later, come." Nina tried to urge her on but she continued to approach the mirror.

She had curved horns atop her head, almost like a bulls that went out a little then curved back in and up. They were dark and light red striped, and her hair was now a deep brown and down to her knees. Her skin, again, was now a peachy-like red color, and her eyes were baby blue. As she walked even closer, she saw a deep red tail behind her, swaying with her movements, with a spade like tip. She grabbed it, tugging it towards the front her body and made herself yelp. So, it was indeed attached to her somewhere.

She turned so she could try and see her backside, and she saw her wings. Her WINGS. The boning was a deep, almost black red and the meat that made up most of it was a leathery red, the same color as her tail. She spread her wings out completely to look at where they attached to her back, and moving them almost came naturally to her.

Scarlett moved her wet, sticky hair out of the way to see her new extremities better, and she could see that they were indeed attached. Her breathes started coming in pants, and she turned to face the mirror fully.

Her tits. "My tits." She said, breathless, groping her new body and admiring her perfectly sculpted shape. "Jesus fuck. I'm hot." Scarlett exclaimed with a breathy laugh, turning this way and that to check out every curve on her body. "My ass is still fucking great." A smile spread across her face, her body twisted in a way that allowed her to look at her ass and grope the rounded fat. The tail she was still holding tightly in the other hand started moving of its own accord, and the spade tip cut her hand as it wriggled free, wagging behind her like a dog of its own accord.

Scarlett hissed when it cut her, pulling her wounded hand close and checking out the damage. It wasn't too bad, but the nature of her clawed nails stole her attention. She flicked her hands, trying to rid them of the clingy liquid from earlier, but it didn't do much. She stared at her hand more, wondering just what it was.

That's when she noticed the similarities between the blood freely flowing from her fresh wound, and the slightly dried liquid from the forced showy bath. No.. it couldn't..

Scarlett turned in a panic, looking at her red-ish foot prints she made just moments ago, the the black stained towel she dropped just before. She snatched up the towel, and speed walked down the red footprints, wrapping the towel around her for modesty. She marched up to the black tub, with its white spiral and skull patterns all around the bottom, and gold footholds.

"Its.. it's blood, isn't it?" She asked, turning around to face the witch with a panicked look.

"It's black magic, a resurrection ritual." The purple Naga from earlier said. "You should be thankful we saved your life at all, this isn't a human charity school. But luckily for you, *human*," Venus hissed, leaning down in her face. "We do a witchcraft presentation every year.

"I would like to note," The dragon, Mercy, interjected herself into the conversation, "I'm only here because it was partly my fault the human was killed. I'm not some kinda magical dragon."

"Girls, please. Leave the poor thing alone. She's died and resurrected, had a blood bath, and become a demon. She's no longer human. I expect you to treat her as such." The elf said, standing up from the chair with a bit of difficulty, draping herself over Venus's shoulder.

"I'm a demon?!" While that didn't surprise her considering her appearance, it was still a strange thing to hear.

"Succubus, technically." Venus said.

"Venus.." Jezzabell whispered, swaying on her feet. Her eyes went back to normal, with the black demonic color bleeding out of her eyes in an inky substance that clung to her face, and the whites of her eyes came back, her purple irises showing through. She finally fainted as the half-possesion was over, and the ritual was truly complete. Heading for the floor, Venus caught her with her snake body before that happened, however, cushioning the fall. Her wand fell from her hand, rolling on the floor towards Mercy, and the purple witch hat fell off her head as well, and Venus sighed as she caught it

"You should have stayed on the throne, Jezza, you know that." Venus whispered back to her mentor, picking up the tall elf bridal style and carrying her to the decorative throne, where she was laid down across the armrests. Venus set Jezzabell's hat on her face, and Mercy walked up to the two with the wand. Venus plucked it out of her hand, and put the wand under Jezzabells hand, arranging it like you would a bouquet for the dead.

"Honestly a succubus is perfect for me." Scarlett said suddenly, having been deep in thought while the dramatics went on. Everyone looked at her, half naked with nothing but a towel, and Nina came up to her side.

"You're gonna regret that, later on." Nina said with an annoyed sigh, pricking her in the arm with a needle.

"Hey! I thought you were done with the check-up." She complained, turning to face the tall woman.

"I am. That was a tranq shot." Scarlett's eyes went wide at the statement.

"Noah, if you will, big guy." Nina called out to a grey skinned werewolf leaning by the door, who made his way over at Nina's call.

Before she had a chance to fully pass out the werewolf picked her up, and tossed her his shoulder. "Cami bring the tray." The pink afro-having monster nodded, following every command the nurse gave her without question.

"Damn you don't have to be so rough with me." Scarlett said, already slurring her words as Noah made his way out the room.

Nina led the way, and Cami followed behind them periodically checking Scarlett's vital signs. By the time they got to the nurses office, she was barely conscious and ready to pass out, but Noah woke her up more by tossing her on one of the beds with a little bounce. The landing made her squeal, being thrown like that, landing on her back and being forced to look up at the Werewolf in that position.

"Damn. That was hot, wolfie." Scarlett said, words still heavily slurred.

Noah was taken aback, physically taking a step back from the newly-formed succubus, surprised at her boldness and the nature of what she said as well.

"You're a child," The werewolf said, eyebrows pinched and head tilted in almost-confusion. He couldn't tell if it was just the tranq shot Nina gave her, or if she was really that much of a slut that she'd flirt in a situation like this one.

"Pshh I'm like, almost 18. Besides you're like a werewolf anyways." Scarlett said, sitting up so she wasn't on her back. Seeing his tail lay motionless between his legs, she laid on her stomach and scooted closer to the edge to try and touch it.

Noah eyed her with curiosity, seeing her so obviously lock eyes on his tail, wondering if she normally acted like this. Maybe if she wasn't sky-high on monster-grade tranquilizer, she'd at least be more discreet about it. "That has nothing to do with you being underage, human."

"We aren't even the same species it like, barely doesn't count." Scarlett told him, like it was obvious, eyes still locked on the fluffy extremities of the werewolf, her own red tail swishing behind her. She wanted to touch it, his tail looked so soft.

He let out a deep sudden chuckle, still taken aback by her words but finding her reasoning hilarious. Nina scolded him for being so loud, and after apologizing and calming down he said, "That's not how that works even a little."

"Mmmmmmfffluufffyyyy." Scarlett said, making a swipe at the red fluff between his legs, causing Noah to take a step back out of her reach. He saw it coming from a mile away, as she lifted up her arm for a full five seconds before letting her arm fall in the relative direction of his legs. Her almost drunken like display made him laugh more.

"Noah!" Nina scolded, making her way over to them to tell him in his face, "Stop messing with the patient! Let her pass out, stop fueling her."

"Right right, sorry. She's just so funny tranqed up. Never thought the student that would be the first one brave enough to flirt with me, would be a human high as fuck."

Scarlett let out a tired groan, letting her head fall over the edge of the bed. Everything felt to heavy to hold up. She wanted to close her eyes so bad, but she also wanted to touch the fluff. But she held out, staring at the off-white tile floor while her limbs and body went still.

"First huh? I'm surprised. None of the werewolf pack have tried yet? You are their Alpha, after all." Nina asked, sitting at her desk and going over paperwork.

Noah turned his back to what he thought was the unconscious girl, facing the nurse instead and he crossed his arms. "No really, it's a surprise to me as well. But Kaine said a few pack members have come up to him before, trying."

"Kaine's your Delta right?"

Noah nodded to the red-eyed vamp. "He said a few asked about me, wanting to know what I like. Some of its normal pack behavior, they wanna know about their Alpha, so it's hard to say who might actually try an' come onto you unless they're hardcore flirting."

"How interesting. I'd think that you'd have multiple a year. I've been expecting a werewolf pregnancy any day now. It's a common problem, isn't it?" She asked, taking a pause in her paperwork to give him her full attention.

"I wouldn't say common, but it happens more often than other species. Sometimes it happens because of a dominance issue, but heats and ruts happen all the time on accident, and in some cases on purpose."

"Dad!" A familiar voice yelled from the doorway, just as it was being thrown open. Noah turned around, not having heard is 'daughter' walking up. He gave her a big toothy smile, walking up to her and giving her a hug.

"Hey there my little hatchling." He gave her a kiss on her forehead before looking in her pink eyes.

"I told you not to call me a hatchling, old man." She said with an eyeroll, pulling out of his strong grey arms.

"I'll still drop kick you on the floor, hatchling or not." He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Good luck catching me 50 feet in the air," She spread her wings out to their full extent, and motioned with them, "Drop kick that. I'd fly circles around your wolfie ass." Noah scoffed, rolling his eyes as well, and then he switched up quick, grabbed her before she could react and held her in a choke hold.

"See, ya gotta get away from me first Em. Might be old but I can still take you." Noah said with a laugh, tail wagging as he ruffled her hair between her two sets of horns.

"Congrats you can catch a child," She kept her voice as flat and monotone as possible, "What a man. Great achievement of Sargent Norvak."

"I will kick your ass kid. Don't test me, i aint above knocking my own kid out." The red haired werewolf threatened, and Nina cleared her throat loudly, making them both pause and look at her, Mercy still half-bent over in her father's grasp.

"Did you need something Mercy? If not take your daddy-daughter bonding wrestling outside the nurse's office, where a student is recovering."

Noah let the short red head go, and Mercy stood up, "Right. Dad they need you in Jezzabell's classroom, to calm the students down. It's looking like they might riot." She said as she faced her dad, who stood facing her as well with his back to the room, and Scarlett. His tail wagged just a little, excited at the idea of being able to put some of those disrespectful students in their place. He had a few in mind, who could use a good ego drop.

Scarlett watched as the red tail walked right past her viewpoint, and she swiped at it but missed by a long shot. Noah didn't keep still, moving and turning away from her, talking to a feminine voice she couldn't be bothered to look up at, her limbs still feeling heavy. Then, he turned in the right direction and stayed still, so she made her move at the grey-tipped tail, barely catching it by the tips of its fur.

Noah froze, having his tail tugged on just a little. Mercy saw his face contort in anger, but there was a quick second of fear from being taken by surprise, with such an vulnerable, defenseless part of him being grabbed. He whirled around, an angry growl rising out of his throat as he faced the barely conscious girl.

"Aaahh flluufffyyy~" Scarlett cooed, running her fingers through his tail-fur, and petting down his tail with a smile until he turned and it was pulled out of her hands.

Looking down at the succubus, who had the biggest pout, Noah growled in her face. "Why are you still up?!"

She pouted, baby blue eyes meeting his yellow ones before she looked back at his tail swishing angrily behind him now, stretching her whole body out after it. "Fluffyy!" She whined, swiping her hand in the air between them.

Noah could feel his anger rising. This fucking human had no clue what she was doing, and she had zero care or common sense.

He wanted to show this demon her place. He wanted to *dominate her* fully, completely, until she submitted. Hold her down on the ground and hover above her, bitting at the nape of her neck. He'd hold her down and show his dominance until she fully submitted without a trace of disobedience left in her newly formed body, and after he let her up, he'd growl and snap his fangs in her face just for good measure.

"Dad you ok?" Mercy asked, turning her adoptive father by his arm to make him look at her. He was in fact, not ok. His pupils were blown wide, and he growled at her when he met her eyes. His tail was also going, held up as high as possible in a show of dominance, and and showing his level of excitement, wagging behind him, but he was *angry*. Tons of people have the misconception that tail wagging equals happy, because of how media portrays canines, and werewolves.

But Mercy knew better, she was raised by a werewolf. The faster the tail, the more of the emotion the canine felt, weather it be anger or happiness. The rest of a dog's, or werewolfs' body language is how you tell what emotion that is.

Noah took in a deep rumbling breath with the hints of a growl, finding it harder than usual to deal with this demons lack of pack structure, and his yellow pupils narrowed on the red girl.

"Mercy. Get her. Dominate." He seathed, not even looking at his dragon daughter, not being able to look away from the succubus. Mercy got the memo quickly, her dad's patience as Alpha was being tested and it wasn't exactly ok for him to dominate non-werewolf students the way he could those in the pack. But she'd take care of it for him.

Nina sighed and shook her head, already getting the paperwork she'd need to fill out after this whole display was over. It wasn't exactly in her job description to break up dominance displays between students, and she was heavily discouraged from getting in the middle of fights and dominance displays between more powerful races, or those with heavy pack mentalities, like wolves and dragons

With a flutter of her wings for help, Mercy pounced on top of Scarlett, straddling her rather large ass. Body fully on top of the succubus, she grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head up fully, ignoring the sticky blood coating her hair. Mercy leaned down so her mouth was right next to her ear, letting out a low warning growl as small puffs of pink smoke escaped her nose, huffing it in her face.

*"Submit, human."* Mecy said in a threatening tone, pulling the girls hair for emphasis. Noah watched on in awe at his daughter's perfectly executed dominance display, fitting for the pup of an Alpha, until Scarlett giggled in an excited manner under her.

"Hehe, harder Daddy." She said, followed by more uncontrollable giggles, until Mercy yanked her head back as far as it'd go without damage, making Scarlett shiver and gasp. Mercy wrapped her hand around the back of her neck just like when she lifted the girl out of the blood, and barred her teeth right next to Scarlett's face.

Scarlett, in turn, reached up with one hand and touched the tip of one of Mercy's fangs. "Mm shaarrp," the girl cooed again, trying to turn in the dragons hold and poke more of her sharp teeth.

Mercy spotted a light blush as the succubuses fingers brushed over her tounge as she tried to explore with her fingers. In response, she sat up quickly, falling all the way back on her calves with her legs perfectly caging the demons ass, pressed snuggly against it. Scarlett giggled with an airy tone, "Ooh I like it rough," As Mercy snatched her wrist up, pinning it to the girls back between her wings, and she leaned over both their hands.

"I will *bite you*," Mercy threatened, or at least tried to, because Scarlett's response was to tilt her head to the left, fully exposing the side of her neck for both dragon and werewolf to see.

"Mm please do~" She ended up purring, using her free hand to move any loose strands of hair off her neck. This whole display caused Mercy's breath to hitch for a moment, as she went through a whirlwind of emotions because of this complete strangers completely exposed neck, on purpose, *for* her. Mercy was experiencing a new type of submission from the peachy red girl, and it excited her.

"Mercy, wait, just let her be," Noah started to say, realizing what was going on between them, how quickly Scarlett has somehow switched it up and taken control of the situation, making things happen the way she wanted.

Mercy could feel the instant possession over the girl hit her like a wave, knowing that she could never let go of this feeling or give it up. She wanted it, and she wanted *her*.

*"Mine."* Mercy growled quietly, fangs bared to sink into the demons skin and seal the deal.

"Mercy stop!" Noah ordered, grabbing his daughter by the bigger pair of horns. Not the best idea with a frenzy-ing dragon, but she wouldn't attack him, would she?

Well, not exactly. Mercy growled at her adoptive father, and sat up out of his reach, higher than him, over him in fact, in a dominance display. Scarlett was hers, and dragons don't share loot. She let out a roar, pink whisps of smoke going in the air. This was her prey and she wasn't sharing.

"Ah, fuck, you're roaring now?" Noah cursed, "Nina, do you have any tranq shots left?"

Nina looked up at him, keeping her head tilted towards her work, then looked back down, "No, we don't."

"You wouldn't have anything in the back? Mercy is gonna mark this fucking sex demon if we don't do anything." Noah pleaded, walking up to the desk and using his hand to push the paper down onto the desk. "Please?"

Nina sighed, leaning back in her chair, and she looked over to Cami who perked up, ready to do whatever she was asked, but her mentor just looked back at Noah. "No. We don't. This is a nurses office, not a doctors office," She said, leaning forward and clasping her hands over the paper. "Look Noah, I don't have anything that could take out a dragon. The highest grade tranquilizer I have is for lesser demons, and you see how long it's taking for the succubus, a higher class of demon. "

[rednightraider]

I've recently re-watched the Venom movie and remembered what i loved about it so i thought i'd share some headcanon's on if Tatsumi had part of the Venom symbiote.

Tatsumi and Akame were training in the back of night raid's base after Sheele's death when they heard a meteorite crash not to far away.

Tatsumi Akame Bulat Lubbock and Leone went to investigate, when they got there they saw a black tar like substance inside the meteor, after a second or two it started moving as if it was looking at them.

It looked several time's at every member of night raid that had come to investigate but it would always stop on Tatsumi, everyone became suspicious as to what this thing was.

Bulat doned the Incursio armor knowing something just wasn't right about this thing.

Eventually it lunged at Tatsumi and clung to him for dear life.

"What the hell!? Get this thing off of me!" He yelled out, the member's of night raid gave everything they had to get the alien like substance off of there friend and allie, but there attempt's were in vein as he was completely covered in it.

The only thing of him that was visible to them was his hair but even that had been turned completely black.

Tatsumi stood in silence for a moment before looking around and eventually looked at Bulat, after seeing Bulat the symbiotic substance started changing and took a look similer to that of Incursio.

"Tatsumi, are you alright?" Lubbock asked the newly black suited Tatsumi, "Yeah, i-i feel better than alright, i feel great!" Tatsumi ran at the meteor and gave it a powerful kick causing the meteor to explode into almost a million peice's.

But right away they knew this thing was changing him, first he ended up gaining a hunger that rivaled Akame's which surprised everyone, next he became a lot more flirtatious with the girl's of the team it was to a point where he could make even Akame's face turn bright red, third he became a lot more battle ready wanting to fight more and even becoming a bit more brutal [Disemboweling while target is alive, Decapitation, Blood drinking, tearing of limb's, ect.]

While he was held by Esdeath he would growl like an animal and even showing his newly shaprened teeth.

While he was trapped on the island with Esdeath she had hugged his face into her chest [Marshmellow hell] during that he took a gamble and his "Self defence ability" and made several symbiote spike's shoot from his body which killed Esdeath then and there.

Before the war he learned to control himself a bit better, he wasn't as brutal and didn't have Akame's apitite anymore, he would still flirt with the girl's but it was more as a joke [but it did score him a date with Akame after the war].

With his symbiote he was able to bypass Shikoutazer's forcefield and grab the emperor and minister before it was fully activated, "Wh-What kind of monster are you?" The child emperor asked with fear driping from his voice, the right side mask peeled away revealing Tatsumi's face as he said, "We are Venom." He said as the suit's mouth became clear to all then he completely consumed the emperor in front of night raid and the empirial army.

After the war he still used the symbiote suit to bring the danger beast population down to a managible level and even fight off crime in the new empire.

And that's all i could come up with, what do y'all think? Let me know.

[momiji-katsu-chiru]

chocho or inojin (@chouji)

Anonymous | Send two names; one must die - Chouji

   Their was no energy left in him and his only other companion was killed already. They were to be the messenger for reinforcements and they had already been stopped. Meaning there was even less time then there was already. Because the big bad was getting bored and they wanted to play with their prey.

   “We’ll give you a chance to choose, pink or blue?” They smirked so wickedly at him. Holding up his daughter and one of her teammates, inojin, his nephew practically. The two children were both unconscious. Both obviously wounded and looking to near death as it was. It made his stomach twist and turn in knots as they were presented before him.

  They wanted him to choose who lived and died. Already certain with himself that if asked, they would kill both.

   He asked regardless though. “Wha-what about both?” 

   They chuckled. He was right, he knew the answer. “I guess both would make a lovely red in the end then. Won’t they.” 

   He gulped.

   “Chocho.” Her name slips through his lips so quickly he doesn’t even comprehend it at first. But when he does, he regrets it. Ino had always been lucky and had gotten so much good in her life. Yes, his father had survived and yes they both had to experience Asuma’s death together. But did she deserve to suffer? Did Sai deserve to suffer the lost of his son too?

          But what about him and Kauri? They didn’t deserve it and she’d be heartbroken too. But his mouth kept going. There was no time for thought.

   “Please, please, please, please! Give me my little girl!” Chouji was begging like a starved dog. Knees already bruised with knuckles black and red. Covered deeply in blood not just his own. He wasn’t going to give up the only real gift he’s ever gotten in his life. Chouji just couldn’t. She was his little princess after all. The girl who would always have him wrapped around his finger when she use to be able to just fit in the palm of his hand.

   Chouji just couldn’t lose her. “Please!” Eyes wide as tears begin to poor down his cheeks. Hands stretched out before him as fresh wounds driped blood from his knuckles.

  Once all said and done. They gave her to him with a disturbing chuckle. Just a toss as Chouji scrambled to catch her. Her body limp and cold in his arms, but there was still something there. His little girl was still there.

                                                Inojin- well, he couldn’t bare to look.

   Ino would have to understand. She’d choose Inojin in a heartbeat too if she was in his shoes! She’d- she would have at least given it more thought.

   That when he finally feels the full front of it, the regret he will have to carry with him. The grief he will have to give to his teammate, his sister, upon their return. It wasn’t worth it.

         The taste of iron never really had been one he particularly enjoyed.

[hxllshotel]

...Water Of The Womb

It took a long time and plenty of raided fast food places but eventually Dylan managed to finally make his way back to his and Eli’s house. His clothes were in tatters and his wallet empty, but he wasn’t on the verge of starvation anymore, and he had something very important to ask his sister.

Of course, subtlety wasn’t exactly his strong suit, so he’d slam the door open, practically ripping the thing off it’s hinges in the process. He’d glance around the kitchen, finding no sign of his sister. She’d converted the cellar into a greenhouse in their time down in Hell, so he assumed she was down in there taking care of the plants.

Making no effort to hide his approach the reptilian sinner made his way to the back of the house and pulled the doors to the cellar open. This time he actually did manage to pull them off the hinges, though he cared little as he tossed the metal to the side and stormed down. Waiting for him was of course none other then his sister.

She was wearing simple purple skirt and blue shirt, the front of the shirt having a cartoon-styled skull and crossbones on it, the eyes crossed out. She had long brown hair hanging past her shoulders. She was facing the entrance, clearly alerted to Dylan’s approach but soon relaxed as she saw who it was.

“What the hell Dylan, you scared th-” She started but was promptly cut off by her brother throwing a punch at her, the force knocking her to the ground, when she looked up her expression wasn’t as scared or angry as one might’ve expected. No..she had expected this.

Dylan’s expression was twisted with rage, eyes glowing a radioactive green as his demonic power reacted to his intense emotions.

“I’VE BEEN DELIVERING POISON FOR YOU!?”

His sister let out a loud and disappointed sigh at the accusation, standing up as she wiped some blood out of her mouth, picking up a rag and wiping her hands off as she sat on a nearby crate next to the table she had been working on. One could swear the florescent lights in the room grew a bit hotter as she crossed her legs, looking up at her seething sibling as calm as ever.

“Yes, and I hoped you would never have found out. You always were unable to do what was needed.”

Naturally, after such a reveal coupled with an insult Dylan practically roared, taking a step forward to throw another fist only to be suddenly and violently thrown back with deafening blast. He laid there for a few moments, unsure of what had just happened. He tried to stand up only for pain to shook through his body, spreading out from his stomach. He’d bring his hands up to his stomach. only to find them slick with black blood when he pulled them away. He could’ve sworn he even saw his own organs.

Eli was still sitting on the crate, but was now holding a shotgun she had pulled out from under the table and fired in his stomach. She stood up from her perch. now holding the weapon properly in both hands as she approached. By now the adrenaline was wearing off and Dylan cried out in pain, clutching his stomach as his blood seeped out and began driping down the stairs he had landed on.

“With all due respect Dylan: You’re a little bitch, and a predictable one at that. You can’t even go full demon can you? Cause you already used it on whoever let it slip you had delivered poison, cause you’re too fucking stubborn to just run.” She’d remark, naturally right on the money.

“Honestly? I’m glad you found out. Now I don’t have to keep you around and can do this business my way. Had to keep things on the downlow so you wouldn’t find out. Well, I suppose this is where we part ways.” She’d remark, pressing the barrel of the firearm to his skull.

“Maybe you’ll grow a pair when you come back from Limbo.”

And with another blast, everything went white.

[frostkay28]

Part One

There are somethings you just can’t change in yourself. You’re born with them. Everywhere you go, it follows you like a shadow on a full moon night. For me it’s the fit of rage. The bad temper runs in my veins, but things got worse for reasons I will disclose eventually.

Things weren’t always that bad. I had a girlfriend once. She gave me some peace, before she became the reason I got worse. I met her at Ma’s funeral. She was fresh like a summer morning. Yeri could make anyone fall in love, so someone like me, who was yearning to feel love, I fell hard.

Let's start from the beginning.

"The black one, please, can I see the black one? " Mr Kim nodded subtly before leading me to the black coffin. Painted jet black, it had a work of gold at the edges. It reminded me of the watch Ma bought for her boyfriend, Derry. The exact one I wanted. He used to wear it when he came to my room everynight, promising me the watch if I did as he said.

The coffin shone beautifully in the incandescent lighting of the room. Almost involuntarily my hands ran over the pitch black lid of the coffin. There was something in the dark shade of the coffin, the coldness of it that I felt under my hand that made me feel in certain way.

It excited me.

I always thought about this day, much like a girl dreaming of her wedding day.

The coffin had small flowers carved near the edges of the lid. Ma loved flowers, I thought to myself, especially lilies. White ones. I gave her a bunch of those on her birthday every year. On her 28th birthday, when I was ten, I brought her the lillies for the first time. With my fingers wrapped around the dirt covered stem of the lilies I had hurridely pulled from Mr. Chen’s the garden, I mustered all the courage I had, and half squeaked, ahlf whispered, “Happy Birthday, Ma.” She turned to me lazily, snorted as she looked breifly at the lilies, before immersing herself in the magazine again. “Ma, I have to tell you something.” I waited for her to spare me a glance, but she gave me none. I needed to tell her about Derry. 

“De- Derry, Ma, Derry-,” her face turned to me the second I elicited his name, making my voice shake. “What about him?” She cut in, impatiently. “M- ma, he touch-touches m-me.” I could feel my face burn.  “Derry!” She screamed on the top her voice. I felt my soul leave my body. “Baby, come over here. Yoongi has something so say.”

My eyes bulged out at the relization of the consequences. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I began to tremble, “No-no, Ma, do-don’t tell him, pl-please, ma!”

That night Derry came to my room, leaving me with bruises, a sore throat, and a bloody anus. After that night I was sure about one thing. There is no God.

I wondered if they have lilies in hell. From the stories I heard as a child, she will be fried till her insides turn soft and tender, just how she liked her chicken. Since, I've never believed in God or afterlife so there was no garuntee that she would suffer, I realized. Well, that was the case only if I left it on God.  

At some point I realized that Ma knew all about it.

“There is a limit, Derry.” I heard Ma cry to Derry. I stood in front of the bathroom sandwiched between mine and Ma’s room.The pain in her voice mademy heart beat with excitment.

“Shut up, bitch.” Derry snarled.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” She sobbed. I found myself chuckling.

“Would your son count?” I could imagine the smile on his face as he said it. I could feel the anger building up in me.

“Derry!” For a moment I was relieved that my mother could not hear this about me, but soon enough my bubble bursted. How many times do you have to fall on the knife to realise that no one is going to catch you?

“Is it because I am fat?” I couldn’t believe how easily she overlooked what he said.

That is when I heard it first, the ringing in my ears. And before I knew it, I was walking towards the kitchen. The next moment I had my fingers curled around the handle of the kitchen knife. I found myself walking around the house, looking for something. It’s only when my eyes fell upon it, I realised what it was. It sat there, growling at me. Derry’s dog, Milo, a german sheperd. His growl got deeper as I took a step towards it. Normally, I wouldn’t even go aywhere close to him, but I had no control on myself. There was only one thing I wanted. I wanted the ringing to stop.

Memories get hazier from that point. I remember the german sheperd pouncing on me. It felt like my arm was on fire, feeling heavier. At some point I noticed Milo’s jaw locked on my arm. Something was oozing out from my arm, something warm, but I didn’t care. The ringing became deafingingly loud. I think I stabbed Milo in the stomach five times before I slit it’s throat. I remember crushing its skull under my foot, as life drained from his body.

I sat there, short of breath. It took me a few moments to fully register what I had done. But I was relieved for one reason. The ringing had stopped.

Derry spent days looking for Milo, but never thought of digging the backyard so I was safe.

I had been half smiling, lost in my own thoughts when Mr. Kim cleared his throat, breaking me from my trance, "So will this be it?" 

My eyes settled on him, noticing the frown on his face before I replied in a low voice, "Yes."

He scratched his head absentmindedly, as if preoccupied by a thought, then asked in his deep voice.

"Very well. And, how would you like to pay for the this?"

“Cash.”

“Alright.” He went quiet for a long minute as the stood in front of the coffin where Ma was going to rot for the rest of her life. 

“I will pay by tonight, and pick up the coffin by tomorrow morning.” I watched him closely, for any signs but he gave none.

“I can get it delivered it to the funeral. I believe its at the church?”

“No, no, it’s at my home. We have just invited only the close relatives. No one else.”

He nodded as if he believed every word, but I knew how skeptic he was. 

“Yoongi, I didn’t know Derry so well, but he seemed like a decent guy.”

I wonder if he noticed the way I flinched at his choice of words, but I quickly reagained my smile as he continued, “I hope he rests in peace.”

“Amen.” I feigned a smile but I was begining to get mad, again. Just like a week back when Derry entered my room, drunk as a skunk, slurring every word, he told me get on my knees. I heard the ringing once again. There was only one way to stop it. 

The memories from that moment onwards are blurry. I was swinging the bottle of whisky at him, my mind memorised that look of amazement on his face, there was the crimson liquid everywhere, driping from the back of his head,  on my hands, on the broken pieces of the bottle. Next moment I was dragging his body, not realizing I was leaving a trail of blood behind. My limbs moved involuntarily, and before I knew, I threw his body in the backyard well. I crouched next to the well, the static noise growing every moment. 

“One, two, three.”

Thud. 

The ringing stopped suddenly.

The next moment I heard Ma scream. Well, she was next anyway. I found her in the kitchen, eyes open so wide, threatening to pop out any moment. Her eyes moved from my bloody hands to the blood stained T-shirt.

“Wh-Where is D-Derry?” I watched her taking small steps towards the knife stand with a sweet smile on my face. It might have scared her more, I reckon. “Yoongi!” she yelped, “Tell me. Wh-” 

She grabbed the knife quickly for someone weighing three hundred pounds. I found myself cackling maniacally at her state.

Moments later she was on the ground, as I stood next to her unconscious body with a bottle of beer in my hand. I have no recollection of what happened in between.

Mr. Kim cleared his throat, snapping me back to reality. Maybe he felt it was his moral obligation to say something kind to a young boy who had lost the only two people close to him in one day.

“Soo-an and I went to the same highschool. I know she could be a little,” he pretended to think of the right word, but I knew damn well what word it was, “self-centered.” I had heard this word a thousand times, “But, a mother always cares. She will be back I am sure.”

I felt my anger grow with every word leaving his mouth, my fists balled.

“Appa,” a girl spoke to Mr Kim. My head swiftly turned to ower of the saccharine voice. “Mumma needs you in the house. Its urgent.” My gaze fell on her porecelain skin, her soft brown curls, big brown eyes and those pink lips. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to caress her skin or skin it. 

“So, I’ll be waiting for you tonight for thr payement, Mr. Min.” I noticed how he referred me with my title in front of his daughter.

“Alright. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll see you, then.” Mr. Kim hadn’t noticed how struck I was by her daughter’s beauty, nor I wanted to show any. I quickly bowed in front of Mr. Kim. I swiflty left before she could have a good look at me, saving it for the future.

I got behind the wheel of Derry’s truck smiling like a teenager in love, thinking how my last gift to her was going make her scream. A giggle escaped my mouth, thinking of her waking up in pitch darkness, buried six feet deep, screaming for help, just like I screamed as her boyfriend raped me.

“Make it happen.” I read the yellow, cloud shaped sticker, on the car in front of me. 

“I did.” I whipered to myself, smiling to myself.

[writtenonthesubwaywalls]

This is our last song- Four: Cold War Transmissions

Please pardon my Russian... //Alfred pulled the fur-trimmed hood off of his head, gloved hands brushing golden hair. He kept his goggles on, for fear of his eyes getting frozen or exposed to unfiltered radiation and becoming damaged even more than they already were. Before him, tucked into the frozen white tundra, was the dark gray entrance to the last bunker in Siberia. The one he knew his last hope was in. He trudged through the snow, leading his squad of survivalists and snipers up to the door. He motioned them around him, guns at the ready just in case. Quickly, he put in the code that Russia had sent him, the resounding 'beep' telling him that it had worked. He stepped inside, his people following closely behind, alert for any signs of hostility. The door shut behind them, leaving the only light coming from their flashlights and the flickering lights on the cieling high above them. He motioned to his team once again, this time telling them all to take off their masks and goggles. "Why can't we hear anyone, sir?" someone asked him through the darkness, voice bouncing off of the empty concrete walls. Alfred paused before he spoke, listening to the echos. "I don't know. I was told that there'd be people to expect very near the door. I just hope something terrible hasn't happened since we've last spoken." They proceded down the narrow walkway, which soon let out into a large, open area filled with beds and- "Everyone put your masks back on! Now!" He threw his arms up, blocking their path, and pushed them all back into the dark hallway. Everyone complied, more worried at what he had seen than what would be endangering their air supply. "Stay here." He walked forward cautiously, stepping between the lumps of sheets and beds. "Somethin' terrible happened here, boss." Alfred whirled around. "I thought I told you all to stay there!" "But sir, we can't just let you walk into this with no back up!" "And we want to know what's happened just as much as you do." Alfred frowned, but sighed in resignation. "Alright, but keep close to me." The group proceded once more. As they delved deeper into the room, piles of sheets became piles of half-decomposed bodies and puddles of water became puddles of yellowish liquid. "Russia!" he called through the room, earning himself a few looks. He ignored them, stepping faster through the carnage. "Russia! Are you still here?" "America?" A whisper. "Vanya?" he called to the lifeless room frantically. "Vanya, lubov, gdye vie?!" "Zdies..." He followed the voice, calling things out at random and following sounds of the replies. America found him hunched over in the far corner of the room, blood driping from his mouth and through his coat where his heart should be. He offered a weak smile. "So you came after all." Alfred smiled, leaning forward to touch their heads together. "Of course I came. As far as I know, it's only you, me, and Mattie left. I was hoping we could bring the rest of your people back with us; we could work together and-" "Fedya," he cut him off. Alfred turned a sheepish smile at him, and all he could offer in return was a sorrowful one of his own. "Fedya, you know that I'm not going to make it past this, don't you?" The American stared blankly at him. Denial. "No," he shook his head, "You'll make it. We'll bring whoever's left with us! We have medical, supervisions, anything you could ask for!" His voice took on a pleading tone. "Just stay with me for a while, okay?" The smile never left Ivan's face. He brought a shaky hand up to brush against the other's tear-streaked cheek. "I, the Russian Federation, hereby surrender all of my lands, people, funds, and otherwise to the empire of the United States of America." Alfred's blue eyes looked frantic. "No, no no nonono! Vanya you can't do this you'll die!" "Effective immediately," he finished, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to burden you, Fedya, but if someone is going to make it through this, it's going to be the world's Golden Boy, no?" "Vanya..." America collapsed into sobs, burying his face in the other's still present scarf and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Ya tebya lyublyu, Fedya." "Tebya lyublyu tozhe, Vanya."// -------- Alfred gazed out the window of the truck, toying with the end of his scarf idly. "Hey," he offered to the empty space, "Could we listen to an old recording of mine?" "Feeling nostalgic, America?" Dean teased him, nudging his shoulder with his elbow. "Yeah, a little," he laughed softly, but it sounded more like a sigh. He pulled out a CD case from his bag, flipping through it and selecting a blank disk, the only markings being a small flower drawn on one side in perminent marker. He slid it in and turned the volume up just enough so they could listen comfortably. A voice came over the radio, so familiar and so foreign to him, all at the same time. Someone's voice that he had almost forgotten, yet could never forget. "This is Russian radio here. Our next song is dedicated to a friend of mine, and I hope they're listening." "What is this?" Dee asked from the back seat. "I don't recognize any of the words." "It's Russian. And old friend of mine used to run a radio station for a while there that I'd tune in to. We had a running game of codes, and whoever could crack the other's would win." "Was this a Russian, or the Russian?" "The..." "And the other countries didn't think that your whole relationship during the Cold war was just you two violently flirting or something?" Alfred chuckled. "No, they were too worried about nuclear fallout for that. Honestly I don't even think we realized that that's what it was until about 2021 or so when we actually got together as formal allies. Although I should have known; we've been very close for as long as I can remember." "So you had the hots for this guy for, what, three hundred years? Geez, dude. Sounds like you were pinin'." "I totally was. And so what? He was attractive as all hell. And just listen to his voice!" Alfred silenced himself, pointedly listening to the speaker on the radio before continuing. "Made me melt like nothing else." Dee tapped his shoulder to get his attention again. "Got any left over pictures of him?" "Sure do," Alfred sang, pulling out an old leather wallet filled with nothing but pictures of his past friends and family. He sifted through them, finding just the right one, and handed it to Dee. Pictured was him and the Russian, both laying on a white sand beach somewhere nice and warm, with tropical flowers woven tightly together into crowns. Alfred was shirtless while Ivan was wearing a dark blue swim shirt that covered the scars on his neck that he was always self-conscious of. Next he handed her one of just Russia, this time bent over the eyepiece of a telescope, one hand adjusting the sight and another the angle. He was wearing the scarf that Alfred had on now, the last one his sister had made him before she had gone, and a black sweater that made him blend in with the dark field and sky in the background. "He was always so happy whenever we were together. It was kinda gross how clingy we were. He got lonely easily and I was jealous. We'd take months-long vacations without telling anyone where we went, to the most beautiful and warmest places we could find. We'd gaze at the stars at night and point out as many star systems and constellations as we could see, and we always made sure to stand outside and wave at the ISS as it went by..." Dee smiled warmly as she handed the pictures back to him. "It sounds like you two had a lot of fond memories with each other." Dean piped up from the drivers seat once again. "Did you mention ISS? As in the International Space Station?" Alfred nodded. "Yeah, why?" "What ever happened to them? Did we ever send anything up to collect the people out there?" "No, we never did. When shit started to go down, I, along with the then current director of NASA and a Russian representative for their program, went to Congress to ask for permission to send an emergency mission up there to retrieve those astronauts and the research data that they'd gathered. Congress refused, and every last one of them up there died. Most of them went insane and threw themselved into space with no suits. The last few starved. And I had to feel every last one of them die. "But that's long since passed. We stopped recieving signal from them long ago." "Wow. Harsh, America. I don't have any idea what that must have felt like." Alfred shrugged it off, cocky grin returning to his face. "Enough of that sad stuff. Geez, this is really bumming me out. Let's stop soon to look around, okay?" Dean nodded an affirmative. "There's an unchecked city nearby here, and then not too terribly long after that is Sec 5, if you wanted to go there and check everything out." America leaned back in his seat, hooded eyes gazing out the window at the beige sky once more, resuming his incessant toying with his scarf. "Sounds good."

[tellytantra]

Jealousy: A Complicated Emotion.! At Mishti's CampIn the morning Avni came out of her tent adorning the Most Captivating Smile of her, making her otherwise flawless complexion more Adorable.. She was in her Sporty track pants without much Makeup..And that was the secret of her beauty..She was quizzically looking here and there to spot the sole Reason behind her smile when her Eyes rested on a blur Male figure and a bunch of kids surrounding him at far in Basket ball ground.."There he is.." she registered in her mind..Avni enters the ground where Neil was teaching some basic and easy self defence techniques to Kids and was utmost concentrated in his work.. All other ladies including Teachers and Guardians were already sitted in one corner and watching the training session.. Rather watching the One who was taking that session..Avni looked around to see kids were enjoying and ladies were drooling over Neil- the trainer endlessly..They were checking him out unblinkably with their mouths slightly open as if He is the last Man on Earth..Just then Neil turned to be greeted with the presence of only person for whom he was craving since long.. Ohkay not that long.. but without her, few days also seems like ages to him.. Also he couldnt see her properly yesterday when he came here.. Avni's condition was no Different.. Their gazes stone fixed on each other..Avni couldnt stop herself from admiringHER MAN..! She is seeing him after a week.. A whole long week which was no less than a dull boring and frustrating saga without his warmth by her side.. They were smiling through tears of joy in their eyes.."Ananya Miss..!" Mishti screamed in excitement at Avni from far and waved her..Thank god for Mishti who brought them out of their trance otherwise their love would have overflowed from their eyes and anyone could have fairly doubted them.. "Damn..!! His Eyes..!! Doesnt let me concentrate on anything else" she mentally chided herself biting her lower lip..She smiled at Mishti and waved her back..She squeezed her eyes to reassure Mishti.. something that has been included in their Routine now.. Mishti did the same as a habbit..Avni further Send a Flying kiss full of her love and affection towards Mishti but Neil came in front of Mishti suddenly.. His reflexes are much quicker when it comes to His Lady Love..! "Thats not fair Avni.. U cant give my share of Love to anyone else" His Little heart complained unreasonably while his eyes displayed a little hurt.. All this didnt go unnoticed by Avni and she couldnt help but giggle at his Husband's Antics.. Neil's eyes frowned further but his Heart was at peace.. and y it wont as Her Smile is all what he wanted.. And more specifically Him being the reason behind it.."Miss Ananya plz Be Seated.." Neil said coming closer and gestured her towards the chair.."Sure Mr. Trainer" She responded suppressing her laughter.."Neil.. u can call me Neil" he said smirking.. and that smirk of his skipped her beat.."Cant he just refrain himself from using his charm on me.. We are on a mission.." Her heart was already losing.She joined the ladies who were already pissed off and jealous of her.. what is so special about her that The hot guy is giving his undivided attention to her.. All of their Heads were spinning with just one thought.. Avni looked at them with warmth and the looks she received back made her Heart giggle..Neil also noticed his effects on those ladies.. he just laughed it out.. he wanted such response from Only One Girl..and thats HiS Girl..! He immediately smirked formulating some plan in his mind.. He went on to remove his Tee exposing himself more in only his vest and shorts.. His perfectly tonned body, biceps and cuts increased the heat in surrounding so much that few girls were fanning themselves from their hands..Avni didnt miss the "Ohhhs" and "Ahhsss" after this little stunt Her husband Played to gain her attention.. She couldnt help but flash her Content and Proud Smile as She Knew This Man belongs To her and Only her..!! But someone on other hand was puzzled beyond jigssaww puzzles.."Wasnt she supposed to get Jealous..? But She is smiling.." Neil asked himself in disbelief.. frustration ozzing from his body like sweat.. Avni not missing out a single moment of enjoying his frustration..He went ahead with his plan B and approached most petit, slimmest and good looking women in crowd.. he forward his hand and asked her to join him as a subject to show his techniques.. so that kids can learn easily.. All the while stealing glances at Avni and Scanning her Reactions keenly..The women complied Readily.. He completed his whole session being so close to that women purposefuly showing some or other methods of self defence.. holding her hand occasionaly and also not to foget gripping her waist too.. But Avni didnt show an iota of jealousy..her smile never left her lips.. instead she cheered Mishti and other kids.. "God..!What this women is made of.!" Neil was compelled to think..Lunch time..After training session everyone went to dinning area which was filled with heavenly tempting Aroma.. Avni was heading towards it when a strong arm came from nowhere and suddenly pulled her with utmost force..She was now pinned against a giant pillar and in between those strong muscular arms.. Neil was so close to her Just like her heartbeat..his eyes blood shot more with longging than anger and frustration.. his nose grazing hers gently and gaze boring deep inside her..He leaned closer and closer and rubbed his cheeks against her..His breath tingling her near her earlobes. They got this moment for themselves after what felt like ages of separation.. "Neil.. Chodo mujhe.. Koi dekh lega to Humara Mission fail hojaega" Avni somehow managed to speak amidst her pool of emotions and uneven breathing.. His proximity do affect her and evoke this unexplainable sensations inside her whole body.."Pehle tum mujhe batao agar koi Or mere itne karib Aaega to tumhe koi fark nahi padega..? Huh..?" Neil asked cupping her face..Avni looked up at him with Sly Smile.. "Nahi" she said directly looking into his eyes.. Neil loosened his grip in disbelief.."Kyunki Mujhe pata hai tum kisi or ko Itne Karib Aane hi Nahi Doge" Avni Continued with her confident smile..Neil was taken aback in Amusement.."Avni kya ho yar Tum.. Kaunse Planet se Aai ho?? Tumhe sach me Jara si bhi Jealousy nahi hoti..?" He again asked her expectantly.. Hopeful this time to get a positive response"Jealousy to vaha hoti hai na Neil jaha Insecurity hoti hai.. Jab mujhe pata hai ki Tum sirf Mere ho to mai q Kisi se Jealous hou.." She stated honestly with sparkling eyes and radiant smile..Finally Her Smile reached Neil's lips and made them curve upwards.. She is indeed an Ajooba and he was So Proud of her..He chided himself for being so Childish and unreasonable.. but she never failed to Amuse him.. Its been long since they are married and knew each other but with each passing day he is been introduced to a new side of Her.. "Avni.. Meri Avni.. Meri Miss Ajooba.." He mentally praised her.. His eyes displaying all his emotions and Avni could see them and feel them.."Thanks for the compliment..!!" Avni said winking out of the blue breaking his trance of thoughts.. He was shellshoked and his mouth was wide open in a complete "O""Neil dont be surprised Mai Tumhari Dil ki baat bhi Sun sakti hu" she said holding his face.. His Heart swell up with warmth affection and proud.. Proud that He is Worthy enough to Reside in Her Heart and Own it.."Ananya Miss.?" Mishti was desperately searching Her Angel for lunch and she was nowhere to be found.. While in her hunt for her treasure she came near the pillar where Avneil were busy romancing..Avneil parted with a sanp hearing Mishti's voice..!! Mishti came near them.."Mishti aap.. aap yaha kya kar rahe ho..? Aapne lunch nahi kia..?" Avni said nervously as if she was caught stealing.."Miss mai aapko hi dhund rahi thi.." She guestured Avni to come near her.. As soon as Avni sat to match Mishti's level she threw her hands around her neck in a bone crushing hug.."Thank you Angel..!! Aap mujhe Sir se baccha ke Camp le aai.. Mujhe yaha Bohot maza Aa Raha hai.. Or darr Bhi Nahi lag raha." Mishti said in one breath in her usual adorable way.. Avni just smiled at her innocent confession.."Thank u so much..!!" Saying this Mishti implanted a kiss on Avni's cheek and ran away before Avni could say anything..Avni couldnt stop her smile.. she turned to see Neil whose face showed some other sort of reactions.. was that Jealousy..?? No no that cant be.. Jealousy from a kid whose is just 5..? Avni couldnt underatand anything..Avni tried to say something but Neil leaned closer and pressed his lips hardly on hers..Her eyes closed involuntarily..Before Avni could comprehend and respond or even move, the warmth over her lips was gone as Neil pulled back. Every fiber of her body demanded More but things ended as fast as it occured.."How dare u Avni..!! Tumhe kiss karne ka haq Sirf Mujhe hai or kisiko nahi..!" Neil's possesivess and jealousy was driping through his eyes more than his words..He was still cupping her face while his thumb was circling around her cheek as if trying to erase any remains of the previous uninvited kiss..Avni was as still as she could be.. she even failed to take a breath.. he leaned again to give a wet kiss over her cheeks one by one deliberately taking more time than usual on the side where Mishti kissed.. Avni just gasped.. Rosary was spread all over her Face.."Or haa, Tum Sirf MERI Angel ho.. Yaad rakhna.." Neil said stressing the word Meri and left her..Avni didnt realise when he fred her out of his grip and when he left.. She was lost in her bubble.. This was supposed to betheir First Kiss! Her thoughts stopped at that very moment when his lips touched hers..She carresed her lips with her hand while blushing profusely.."Avni..!!" Neil's voice made her snap out of her thoughts when she realised he is standing queit away.. "Ye to Sirf Trailer tha, Picture to Abhi Baki hai..!!" He said in teasing tone winking at her.. He gave her a flying kiss and went leaving behind a reddish hue on her cheeks and Everlasting smile on her face..The end..Writer : Docritu99

http://jodifiction.blogspot.com/2019/07/avneil-os-jealousy-complicated-emotion.html

[rednightraider]

Well, i got board and i'm about to finish my playthrough of Devil May Cry 4 so i thought to myself

"What if Ryota Suzui had Dante's Rebellion?"

Hate all you want but if you don't like my boy Ryota you don't have to read this.

Durring a weekend Ryota decided to help his mother by cleaning out the attic where he found several old item's [Wedding photo's, old ring's and necklace', ect] but while he was cleaning everything out he accidentally cut his hand causing him to bleed but in his mind it wasn't bad enough to deal with right off.

Once he got to the end of the attic there was a box with his name on it that said "From your old man." He opened the box and saw a few item's worth mentioning, two handgun's with the name's "Ebony and Ivory" imprinted into the metal, an unopened red trench coat, black motorcycle glove's with steel knuckle's, but the item worth the most mention.

A claymore like sword with a skull in the center, he grabed the hilt of the sword and lifted it up, his blood still driping from his open wound dripped into the skull's mouth causing the crossguard to spring open getting a slight scare out of him.

Fast forward to the next day, Ryota decided to try on this trench coat and glove's, he noticed a silver skull on the back of the coat where this claymore would hold on to like a magnet the coat even had holster's for the two handgun's that he found.

Before he could make plan's for the day Yumeko sent him a text that her Mary Itsuki and Kaede would be at the park and asked him if he'd like to come, he was getting ready to leave when for some reason he stopped himself and grabed the sword and gun's keeping the gun's hidden.

Once he got there he was greeted by Yumeko who took notice to his seemingly new clothes, surprisingly she didn't notice the sword hanging off of his back Mary did, when she saw it she asked him about it.

"Are you planning on killing someone with that thing? Where did you even get it?"

He informed her that it was in his mother's attic and he hadn't asked her why it was there yet, they kinda brushed it off but even Yumeko took notice of his newer stranger behavior, he was constantly looking at something that they weren't seeing as if he was waiting for something or someone.

After a couple hour's they decided on going to a near by ice cream shop to get a snack but then something happened, Mary swore she felt something run right behind her then Yumeko felt it, then they saw it lung at Ryota from behind with a blade coming out of it's arm.

He acted fast and swung his sword without a second thought killing whatever it was, it turned out to be a demon that Ryota had just killed, Mary was scared out of her wit's as well as Itsuki, Kaede took a closer look at it and conformed everyone's fear it was a demon.

Ryota then put the peice's together, his father was the legend himself Dante so he had a legacy to live up to now and live up to it he did, in less than a week he had not only sealed but destroyed the hell gate's all across japan and even became known as the son of Dante by thousand's.

Fast forward to adulthood Ryota was now the owner of the Devil May Cry brand and used it as a way to hunt demon's across the world and even regain lost devil arm's, he had also been given many nickname's by the people such as "The man in red" "Son of Dante" "The new dark knight" "Dante 2.0" so on and so forth.

He had lived up to his legacy and made Dante proud, and when he became owner of Devil May Cry not once did a bill go unpaid.

And that's that, hope everyone liked the idea.