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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 8, 2019 2:01:24 GMT
The Voice nodded her head. " Very well, but please do not touch."
She reached the door, and opened it. Inside was an enlarged bedroom, with the same oak floor as outside. A large violet bed, big enough for five people, was at the end of the room, with a clothed canopy overhanging the bed and supported by four pillars. A soft song played through the room, almost like a lullaby, a song that came from a golden old recorder on a wooden table. All across the walls were photos and trophies, with many different kinds of creatures, animals, and non humans. The non humans were very much alive in the photos, but the trophies of the creatures not so much. They were a myriad of different varieties, from razor tusked boars to two headed wyverns that shone with a muddled gold, to a one horned one eyed purple bird twice as tall as a man with serrated fangs, to what appeared to be a tiger striped shark with limbs like a frog. The largest of the trophies was of a bipedal olive green lizard like creature with a huge head and serrated fangs, and tiny two fingered arms, crouched so it fit within the ten foot high room. But in all of the photos was the same thing: a middle aged man with a rifle, posing with his hunt, or with the inhumans that had been with him where he had gone. His hair was grey and bald at the top, and he wore a buttoned up vest with blood splatters on it, and long torn jeans. His two front teeth were missing, and in a few of the photos, so to was his right hand, with only a few bony protrusions where it had one been.
But the person who Mussurana set eyes on was a far cry from the gentleman in the photos. It was the same person, the pale grey eyes and the missing teeth and the angular facial structure were clear indicators of that, but his face was warped with wrinkles, and more teeth were missing. Almost all of his hair had vanished, except for a few last strings, and his eyebrows were gone as well. A mask with a tube attached to a machine was on his face, and his breathing was hard and labored. He was in his bed, and as Mussurana entered with the Voice behind her, he slowly raised himself up into a seated position and stared at the Lebran.
"you... you are the first... to come. I heard of what... you did out there." He wheezed. His voice was slow and quiet, and he took a moment to take in a breath of air. " Thank you... I can offer you... Gold or resources... or any request you may have... as repayment for your help to this city..."
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Post by Stage on Jan 8, 2019 4:34:09 GMT
Mussurana's sharp eyes scanned the room quickly, methodically, like an airborne predator surveying its prey from above. Her conclusion was just as swift.
What a waste of a man.
She had no particular idea of what he would be like, but now an image snapped into focus: an insecure fool who rotted away his life hunting lower creatures to try and inflate his self-worth, and who now hid his frail appearance behind a gaudy name.
When her eyes lowered to him however, they had lost their judgement, and her tone was cordial when she spoke.
"I need nothing," the Rhea explained, diving deep into false humility, a hand fanned across her broad chest, "but I do have a request on the behalf of my people. I imagine there's a great deal of reconstruction ahead of you, and it was not lost on me that the majority of the damage was in the... humbler areas of the city where most of my people dwell. My request is simple: when you rebuild, construct a place for the lebra and only the lebra. A lebran district, if you will. My people have few worldly needs, so I also ask that a suitable sum of money is granted to them to construct a monument to Falajax. It is no home for lebrans if there is not proper worship."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 8, 2019 4:51:09 GMT
The old man stared at the Rhea for a few moments. His mouth moves as if to speak, but no words came out, only drool from the sides of his mouth. "Lebran... lebran..." he finally muttered.
At this point, The Voice walked over to his side, and whispered into his ear. If Mussurana's hearing had been particularly acute, she would have been able to make out a few words like "religious" and "persecution."
"Oh, that's right." The Master said. "Yes, a district for your kind... the lebrans specifically... and funding for them... to worship your goddess ...as they see fit."
He erupted into a coughing fit, and the Voice rubbed his mouth with a cloth to wipe the mucus away. "Your kind has always... been at odds with one another. I remember... and I'll help the lebrans as I can."
"Please take it easy. I will tell the construction crews to make a lebran district" The Voice reassured him.
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Post by Stage on Jan 8, 2019 5:08:49 GMT
"There is only one lebran kind," Mussurana corrected instantly, voice a knife's edge. She then paused before softening her tone. "But if you are referring to the bora, then, yes, we have always been enemies. Even in the ancient days before they gave up their gods. My mother told stories so detailed it was as if she herself was there. They are all but memories to me. Great wars fought between the followers of a goddesses and an outsider, and, at the head of the armies, the chosen warrior of each: the Rhea and the Ophion."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 8, 2019 5:23:14 GMT
"Yes, yes... my mistake. My memory is... not quite what it used to be." The old man muttered. "But, I do remember... hearing of the Rhea. The chosen warrior... the blessed of Falajax. But the Ophion... I barely recall."
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Post by Stage on Jan 8, 2019 5:34:31 GMT
"They are the Nemesis," the lebran woman explained, venom dripping from her curled lips. "The fated enemy of the Rhea. Little else is known about them, but most agree the Ophion is the champion of Llotx, if not Lloxt itself in mortal form."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 8, 2019 6:15:15 GMT
The old man listened with what little strength his body had left. "Ah. That... that would make sense."
"Would such an individual enter Mival and seek to cause trouble, they would be dealt with immediately." The Voice reassured. "As would anyone who tried to deatabilize peace in Mival."
"Yes... but such emissaries... of the gods... fascinate me." The Master coughed. "How cultures work... their ins and outs... their figureheads and life styles..."
He leaned back into a laying position. "Miss... what is your name? So when the lebrans... ask who gave the idea... for a district for them... the guards can say it was you."
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Post by Stage on Jan 8, 2019 6:16:58 GMT
"My name," the burly woman announced proudly, chest swelling with vanity, "is Mussurana."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 8, 2019 20:29:42 GMT
"Mussurana.... What a... lovely name." The Master quietly said. " I'll... try to remember it."
"I'll write it down in the journal so you'll remember it." The Voice stated. " And Mussurana, is there anything else you would like to say? The Master is tired, and he needs to make it through all the meetings and congratulations for all the heroes who helped save Mival before he passes out."
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Post by Stage on Jan 8, 2019 23:50:45 GMT
"I do not," Mussurana smiled, just a bit too broadly. "I have my own business to attend to."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 10, 2019 1:18:53 GMT
"Very well." The Voice smiled in return. She walked over to the door, and opened it. " I hope you enjoy the rest of your time in Mival, and I deeply apologize for any misbehavior any of our subordinates have subjected you to."
"Misbehavior.... Who would... Arnett?" The Master asked.
The Voice nodded. "The one and the same, unfortunately. Stricter punishments will have to be given to remind her of how a guard should act."
"Wretched brat... My patience with her... is thinning fast... Her and Lillie-" He erupted into another coughing fit, and the Voice moved back to his side...
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Post by Stage on Jan 10, 2019 18:30:30 GMT
"In exchange for hearing my request," Mussurana told the Master over her shoulder, exiting even as she spoke, "some advice: deal with your hound. Before someone else does."
No sooner than the words left her lips, the Rhea left sight.
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 10, 2019 19:53:46 GMT
As Mussurana descended down the stairs, the elevator that she had come up on dinged, and both Molly and Demmy walked out onto the top floor.
"Judging from the smell, I think Mussu's still here." Demmy pinched her nose. Her hair was still in its blackened state, but her dress attire had morphed back into the dress code of the Violet Bar. Her missing eye was also filled with an illusion replacement, something that made Molly's stomach churn every time she remembered it was just an illusion.
"If she is, please don't antagonize her. I'm just glad Wisma and the others aren't too upset over you, but I don't want another fight." Molly sighed. Cleaning up the floor of the Violet Bar had gone faster than Molly had expected, but that was only because she had a literal demon lord to help her. In the end, she had swept out all the glass onto the street, and used her eye beams to melt them down completely, leaving no waste behind. After that, the table tops and the rest of the bar had been cleaned up, but tomorrow they would need to help fix the windows. Still, it was work, and work produced payment, which the girls desperately needed.
After that, Xero had taken them over to the building, but not before they had passed the scythe girl, whose head was flushed red and staring down at the ground while muttering dark curses. "Seems she and smokey don't see eye to eye." Demmy had whispered into Molly's ear, and that had unnerved the girl. Was Mussurana that unlikable, or was it something else?
"I already promised I won't try anything. Tonight has been enough of a headache as is, and I don't need it to be any worse."
Both of them walked into the room, and Molly's eyes went wide at the varying sights she saw. "So many trophies... Amazing!" She gushed. "And... all these pictures!"
"I did not give you two permission to enter," the Voice stated, which made Molly realize the very tall woman in the room, and her heart sank into her stomach. "but, the lebran just left, so you may enter."
"o-o-oh." Molly stammered. She had to crane her neck up to meet the harsh ominous eyes of the Voice, and it sent shivers down her spine. Why was she so big? Why were there so many tall people here? Demmy was tall as well, but not like this. It was like she was cowering before a giant. " I'm sorry. I just..."
"It's fine..." The master weakly said. "It is visiting hours... after all... And, these trophies... are all my fond... memories.... You two... You are?"
Demmy, who had been looking around with a curious gaze, laid her eyes on the Master, and a thin smile crept along her face. "A pleasure to meet you, head of Mival." She stated. Molly noticed that Demmy's tone had switched back to the more formal, deeper voice she had used during the attack. " I am Demmy, and this is Molly, my friend. I am sure you have already been told this, but I am not human, but I hold no desire in disrupting the balance within this city. I only seek a way to return my friend back to her world."
"Yes. I heard your voice projection. We both did." The Voice retorted. " But, I see it wasn't a serious threat. Still, we have eyes and ears all over Mival, and if you try anything-"
"Tama, she means no harm..." The Master cut her off. "Her voice... is genuine. It won't be.. needed."
The Voice looked down at the Master, confused. "But, she-"
"We have... other non humans here." He rose back into a seated position, but with more effort than before. " Much of Mival... is not human. Some demons as well... take refuge here... She is not unique in that case... Just like Vasaluta."
The Voice shifted her eyes to Demmy, and Demmy stared back. Then, she looked away, and stepped back. "My apologies. I spoke out of line."
"It is understandable." Demmy said. " You were just attacked by demons. Why trust any demonic entity?"
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 12, 2019 5:30:57 GMT
The Voice rubbed the temples of her head. " It is an outcome I'd rather avoid, but it was inevitable. As I said before, I am sorry."
"You wish to... return your friend... back to her world?" The Master asked. He took a long, deep breath, then resumed, "I wish I... I could help you... But I have looked across... Lemuria for many years for a way out... I have found none."
"All of your searches were for that reason?" Molly asked. "your travels?"
"Please, let me speak for you. You need to rest your voice." The Voice lowered the Master back into a laying position. Then, she turned back to address Molly and Demmy. "In his youth, he went by Morfran, the son of parents displaced from a place called Ireland. For many years, he traversed from one corner of Lemuria to another, across his continent. But, no matter who he met, or what he hunted, he never found a way out. What he did find, however, were a few of the current members of the city guard.
"Like, Chalodna and Micah?"
"No. They came here long after Morfran took control of Mival. I, and two of the snipers here in the city guard, were taken under his wing and joined him during his travels. He gained knowledge and wisdom few others could hope to achieve, but a way out of here... is still beyond us. But, what he did learn, was that the temporal and spatial displacements were no natural phenomena. Someone, or something, is responsible for this, hidden deep within Lemuria itself. If that is your request, then I sadly cannot fulfill it. Any other reasonable reward for your actions tonight can be repaid, however. Money, or an armored escort anywhere. Or, maybe an erected statue in your name."
Though Demmy's eyes seemed to glitter at that last bit, that gleam died when she saw that Molly's own face had darkened, and she was looking down at the floor. It made Demmy's own stomach churn, so she asked the Voice, "There is a woman named Heather. She wears glasses, has bunned up brown hair, and is easy to anger. She lost her job just before the demon invasion, and... my friend Molly is worried about her. Can you search the city, and see if she is okay? That is our only request."
"I just wanted to get back home." Molly mumbled. " Why does it have to be so hard?"
"I'm sorry you are stuck here. If there was a way to escape Lemuria, we would all gladly take it. As for your request..." Here, the Voice began to smile, and a chuckle escaped her mouth. " Well, funny thing you should mention her. I already knew about Heather, and the person attached to that name, as well as all of you already."
"W-What do you mean?" Molly quietly asked. "D-did you talk with Wisma? Or Chalodna?"
the Voice shook her head again. " No to either. I heard a lot about you two and your friend Heather, and it seems it was all true. Every little factoid I was informed of, and that I then shared to the Master. We were both well informed on you."
Now it was Demmy's turn to ask, and this time an annoyed tone had etched into her voice. " And who would that be?"
"Long see no time, old friends! Old eyes for sore sight, no?"
Both Molly and Demmy froze at that instant. There was no mistaking that thick Russian accent or the broken English. Eyes bloodshot and wide with disbelief, they both slowly turned back to the entrance to the room. There, leaning against the right open door, was another woman, one half a head shorter than Molly, with thick black glasses and aquagreen eyes that looked them up and down. Her skin was pale against her pitch black nails, and her brown hair was tied up in a braided ponytail that reached to her knees. " Why faces long? Reunited together with arms open! Be cheer and merry! Again together!" She proclaimed. She stepped forward, and let her Cheshire Cafe uniform sway with her step.
"D-D-D-DORIS?!" The two girls stammered in unison.
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Post by Executus Gira on Jan 12, 2019 21:35:37 GMT
The girl flashed a toothy grin. "Surprised, see I. Long story is it."
"And you'll have to tell it to them later. The Master is tired, and needs his rest." The Voice bowed her head. " Doris, please give them a free meal in the cafeteria, and tell the workers it's on me. If there is anything else you two need, please come back tomorrow."
Before either Molly or Demmy could respond, Doris had wrapped both her arms around the girl's shoulders, and lead them out the door. As they walked, the Voice closed the door behind them, and they made their way to the elevator. " Food good, very good. Delicacies abound, shrimp cocktail my preference."
"Doris-"
"Or bacon and macaroni, stomach healthy for! Or even eggs deviled salad!"
"Doris!"
"Or, share lobster deep roast, with ice cream fried on si-"
"DORIS!" Molly finally had to shout. That caught the girl flat footed, and Molly was quick to say her piece. " Doris. How? When? How are you even here? Heather was at least at the cafe when... everything went bright..."
"Oooooooooooh, right. Tell you, I forgot to." Doris shook her head. " Sorry, sorry very. You know, sick was I for a week, throat inflamed. Woke up day one, in dump garbage out back. Eye many ravens picked at me, but Micah drove off them did. Smell horrible I did, so shower I took. Chalodna friend me on hit, Micah unamused. Offered work at cafeteria, accept I did. Been... year one, month 7, day 13 since arrival, miss home dearly, and moreso friends. Surprise imagine when hear two you! Asked invite, to see if true!"
Doris began to bounce up and down in the elevator, but her head hit the top of the descending box, and she fell to the floor clutching it. " Overjoyed, you two here! Imagined not, bring pain it would."
Molly was speechless.It had never crossed her mind that anyone outside of them at the cafe could have been taken into Lemuria. It had seemed like such a localized event, at least for what had happened in her world. To see Doris here, in the flesh, as she was helped back up by Demmy as the elevator reached the bottom floor and opened at the cafeteria... Somehow, it lightened her heart, and a teary eyed smile manifested on her face. Maybe... Maybe, her mother was here as well, and every one else, not just the two of them and Heather. She could see her again, even if there was no way back. " Doris... I'm just... I'm glad you're okay, and feeling better, speech and all."
"Honestly, that was the only thing I'd expect to see changed if you did show up here." Demmy mused, voice back to its normal self. "They didn't try to change it?"
Doris lead them to a table in the cafeteria and seated them. " Tried they did, oh tried they. Especially Rhica and Curt, and ogre ugly Vasaluta. Stand tongue my, cannot they. Days long many tried they, but relent no I did." She walked off for a moment to tell the cafeteria workers what to make, then slid back over to Demmy and Molly. " Like speech as is. Change, refuse to. Because should I why?"
"Because it gets annoying and ol-" Demmy was cut off by a kick in the sheen from Molly, and she was forced to swallow her words.
"What Demmy means is, It makes people... think poorly of you. That you're not smart or have a speech impediment." Molly tried to explain. She didn't want to offend Doris's feelings, but this was an old conversation between the two of them. Many customers had come to her expressing concern and annoyance with how Doris spoke back when she had worked at the Cheshire Cafe, and Heather had complained and cussed her out over it for months. That, and the fact Doris had always come in to work with a pistol, or as Doris called it, her own "Rex MP 412!" always visible in her pocket, which she had also tried to explain to Doris why carrying a firearm like that at all times was not a good idea. One quick glance elected a sigh of relief from Molly, as she noticed the weapon wasn't there.
Doris snorted. "Retard, no am I, nor handicapped mental! Speech of proud, decision mine! Talk boring normal, prefer this! Crybabies understand not, insult too eager!" When Demmy tried to speak up, Doris held up a finger. " Yet not! Curious is, your story far thus! Lemuria activities, storyback and trials. Have done what you, since here arrive?"
Demmy looked over at Molly, and Molly back at Demmy. Demmy's voice echoed into Molly's mind, and suggested that since it seemed as if Doris wasn't aware of Demmy's true nature, she should be kept in the dark. The glare that came from Molly back at the demon was all she needed to know her stance on it, so Demmy sighed, and thus began to fill Doris in on everything that had happened. She told her of how they had arrived in Lemuria and been immediately met by the world's strange fauna, before they had ran into Alex and his group. She told her of their little base just outside of Mival, and their first day in the city, and their encounter with the strange woman Unish, which had made Doris raise an eyebrow as she took a sip of her spiked strawberry drink. Demmy talked in depth about their trip to the baths, and their run in with Heather, and how they had gotten jobs at the Violet Bar, which had elected a nod of approval from Doris. Then as Doris's orders of roasted lobster and macaroni and bacon came in for all three to enjoy, the topic shifted to the library trip and what had happened there, and the assassin which had tried to kill Molly. Then came the bombshell Demmy had to drop in regards to the demon invasion, and how everyone had worked to drive them back...
"And that contribute you... how?" Doris chuckled. "Pan dust and broom holy water sprinkle? Sweep remains ashy away?"
Demmy closed her eyes, and leaned forward. She opened up her right eye, and Doris was met with the crusted empty socket that was really there. "It's my own long story, one I don't feel to share tonight, but the short of it is, I'm a demon myself. Always have been, always will."
Doris, who had nearly fallen out of her chair at the sight, struggled to keep her bite of lobster in her mouth. She entered a coughing fit, and finally had to guzzle down the rest of her glass. "Khristos Iisus! Really? Wonder no why work hard perfectly! Sense all make! Human not! Hindsight obvious too! Interested very!Later tell, please!"
"Oh, don't worry. You'll hear the full story. But for now, just know that I still owe Molly a life-"
"Enough with the life debt talk, please!" Molly finally spat out. "Just... stop."
Demmy looked at her friend in confusion. "Is... there something wrong with it?"
"There's everything wrong with it!" Molly blurted out. "It's unnatural and archaic and it makes me feel like a slave driver, and you're my slave! That's not how I want it to be! We're friends, not master and servant! Please, Demmy. Just keep being friends! That's what we are!"
Demmy bit her lower lip. "I... Alright. I'll try to drop it... But I still will do everything in my power to help you get back home safe and sound. It won't sit well with me if you're still trapped here in this death world."
"Hey! Lemuria world death not! Things crazy, also but interesting! Help you still, I will. Master failed, but Doris fail not. Eat now, cold food get! Also, work not, no?"
"Yeah... work." Molly sighed. "We'll spend tomorrow helping to fix up the bar, and maybe visit the library."
"Good sounds! Ask off day, will I! Together, unstoppable are we! Strength the Demmy, Will the Doris, and Heart the Molly! Together shall be we!"
"That sounds like a plan." Demmy mused. "And if we find out who is behind this demon attack, all the better, so we can make sure it never happens again."
With that, the three dug into their meals. Of the three, Molly ate the slowest, and not just because she wasn't particularly fond of lobster, a fact she had neglected to tell Doris. No, her mind was still on her mother, and also now on Alex, now that Demmy had reminded her. He still hadn't come back from the monster Heather had sent him to look at. What if it had eaten him, or he had come back into the city only to be killed by a demon? It was a horrible burning pit in her stomach, and as she ate her meal in the cafeteria, she silently prayed that he was alright, he and his friends...
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Post by Executus Gira on Feb 8, 2019 1:59:04 GMT
"Tch... What a boring way for the night to end."
Arnett kicked a rock down the alleyway, and watched as it hit a large black raven. The bird hissed at her, and for a moment Arnett thought she saw five eyes on the thing staring back at her instead of two, but the bird flew off. It was a few hours after she had dropped off Mussurana at the capital building, and the activities of the city had quieted down. Peace and normality had returned, and the few fires that were still burning were under control by the other guardsmen. It would take a few days to fully remove the rubble and for repairs to begin in earnest, and only then would the full scope of the lives lost be realized. Until then, most of Mival's inhabitants had their breath held, hoping there were few casualties.
Arnett, on the other hand, had her mind as far from the attack as possible. No, her thoughts were on the Rhea, on Mussurana. The lebran was strong, and obviously well trained either by herself or from an expert. And she was an outsider as well. Every fiber of Arnett's body was rippling with excitement, with energy that needed to be released. The demons hadn't satisfied her bloodlust; The ones she had been able to kill were far too weak, and the massive leader had been downed before she could recover from a cheap shot. A simple sparring session against one of the other guards was too tame for her liking. No, she needed an all out blood festival of carnage, and the Rhea was the perfect target.
She swung her scythe into the ruined building next to her, and the tip of the blade tore through the stone and metal as if it were butter. There was the assassin Chalodna and Micah had reported earlier, but who knew where she was in this damned city, if she was even still alive after the attack. There was also the demon lord, Demogorgon, but she was under Wisma's jurisdiction, and apparently both Chalodna and Micah were on friendly terms with her and her human friend. While dealing with all of them could be exciting, the risk was too high. Which only left the Rhea...
"Oh, yes. That's how it will go." the guardswoman purred. She yanked the scythe back out, and sent rocks showing down. The side of the wall collapsed completely, sending a plume of dust at her. " Sorry Theresa, I know you don't want me to... but I have to. Whatever punishment I get won't be all that serious. Not if I can make it seem like she struck out first. Maybe find a vision giver to make her think I'm her legendary arch enemy, some agent of Lloxt or whatever, and she comes gunning to kill me. I can claim it's self defense, get what I want, and bear no punishment." She reached her hands over her head and stretched. When she said it out loud, it just sounded better to her, and less restricted than in the confines of her mind. Plus, she liked the sound of her own voice. " My favorite kind of past time, just before the sun comes-"
"You're going to need a different past time, Arnett."
The sudden voice made Arnett's heart skip a beat, and she turned around. All she could see in the darkness were the burning eyes of the Voice glaring down at her. " WHAT THE?!" She stammered, staggering back. "When, how, wha-"
The eyes narrowed, " Theresa already warned you, and yet you still wish to cause the Master grief. If you're that desperate to pick a fight, why not me?"
"you're... You're not a challenge. You can't f-fight, bitch!" Arnett stammered, yet she felt her legs shake beneath her for some reason. Why? Why did she feel so cold all of a sudden? She had been hot and itching for blood not even a minute before, but now... just looking at the Voice's eyes replaced all that eagerness with a sense of dread she never knew existed. Why was she afraid of someone who never raised a hand? She shakily raised her scythe infront of her. " Maybe if i-it was your p-precious Cu-"
She never got to finish the statement. A blur moved before her, and the next thing Arnett knew, her head was reeling. Pain erupted across her skull, and the woman was flung back into a wall. A second blow stuck her in the midsection, and the pain only grew worse. Her eyes watered, and Arnett leaned forward, and fell onto her hands and knees. Her hands curled around her stomach, and she gasped for air, her eyes bulging wide. Then came a third hit, one that somehow came beneath her and struck her in the chin. The woman screamed as she was sent airborn, but a hand caught her leg, and Arnett's face was reunited with the ground. Stars filled her vision, and her mouth was filled with blood. Her scythe was dropped from her hands.
The hand let go of her leg, and grabbed her hair. Arnett felt herself be lifted up, and past the blood, she could barely make out the harsh emerald eyes of the Voice, and the jagged smile that seemed to be etched on her face. " Funny how it all works out." The Voice whispered. " The Master has decided if you cause any more problems, I could take care of you... but I'm feeling generous, so your punishment is less severe than normally. But try anything like this "
Arnett's mind was racing. How? How was this oversized whore able to move so fast? She had been staring at her, yet... "Bullshit.." She choked on her own spit and blood. " Fight me... fair and square... cuck."
The Voice's eyes narrowed into harsh slits. " An amendment to your punishment... so you can't cause any more problems." The Voice's free hand grabbed at Arnett's face, and all the woman felt before she blacked out was a wave of agony that flooded her senses.
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