Grace Ashwood adalah seorang pegawai kantoran. Bagi sebagian orang, Grace sama seperti kebanyakan wanita lain. Namun tidak bagi salah satu rekan kerja Grace. Baginya, Grace merupakan wanita paling sempurna dan merereka ditakdirkan untuk bersama. Grace sangat beruntung bukan? tidak, karena ada sesuatu yang salah dengan rekan kerjanya itu.

She sits there, looking out the window wondering how life came to be this... this messed up. How did she become this messed up?
Was it her fault?
You decide...
~ 5 years prior ~
This is a true story you know. I was 13 and a half when my mom decided we would move from our life in New York to a new one in Wisconsin. It felt like, 'Happy Birthday, we are moving away from the only life you knew, (a very sheltered one at that).' I never rebelled against the idea. It's not like my life was great there. No friends, sisters ignored me, an absentee father since age 7 (cheated and ran off to marry someone new), and a mom who worked day and night to make ends meet. What was I going to miss?

I envied both my sisters. Smart, beautiful, popular, and away at college. But I guess I wasnt willing to make the same sacrifices they were. Meaning I didn't starve myself, or feel the need to participate in childish conversations, or pretend to be that fake girl who cared about everyone's feelings. 

So we moved because honestly, my mom knew I had no roots keeping me there.
" It's an opportunity, A fresh start!" said in her obnoxiously preppy tone. 

So I obliged, not like I had a choice but it made her feel good about leaving the rest of my family behind to marry my (now) step dad.
So I tried, I really tried. 
Fast foward after the wedding, a wedding that took place 6 days after my 14th birthday. 
I needed to get out, or at least that's what my social butterfly of a  mom told me I needed.

Oh how happy she was when I told her I was volunteering at the local pet store. I thought to myself, "maybe this is it. My opportunity to find myself, maybe it'll all be for the best!"
Just to confirm, it wasn't. It was the start of something terrible that even to this day, haven't yet healed from.

A fellow volunteer peeked her head around the corner
"Hey! I'm Bea, and this is my boyfriend Danny"
"Hey I'm Grace, I just moved here" I say in return.
idle chit chat, my favorite... but no I wouldn't think that, I'm a different person...or trying to be at least.

So that my readers won't get bored so soon, let's fast foward 3 months to when this emo chick Bea became my only friend (which I'll learn the hard way that she never was) and then introduced me to a boy she knew in Cali, Brandon. 

Now to give you some perspective. 
I'm 14 years old, got my first period a month after my 14th birthday, and growing up in a Catholic household and Catholic school, I had no knowledge, no experience, and no one to talk to. You could say I was an easy target.

I fell quickly.  I never knew love, never was interested in boys besides a little school girl crush on the athletic popular boy. 
I should of known that it was trouble. He was a troubled boy, emo, smoked, and what I learned from him, Cutting. 
Now don't worry readers, I no longer do and I've grown up and learned. but back then, I really didn't know any better.
He was a master manipulator. I never have met him. Even to this day I have no clue what he looks like from behind the screen that we used to skype daily. 
I thought he loved me. He told me so. Why would I think otherwise?
One day I wore too short of shorts to school, so you know what he did.... he took a large knife to cut in front of me. I was crying and screaming and apologizing for something so innocent. He cut like it was nothing, like he has done so thousands of times. It broke me little by little. I never wanted to disappoint him. His friends were worse. They use to sit in a circle around him, smoke, and the worst part, tell me how ugly I was. Broke me down and built my walls brick by brick.
You would think Brandon would protect me or tell them to stop, but no, he laughed with. He was never the same when he smoked. 
I stayed with him for awhile. I don't remember my dad so growing up in a household of all girls, It took me awhile to realize maybe he's a little bit too fucked up. 
Age: 14... Freshman now in high school... covering a secret so large. He made me cut in front of him, I think it turned him on. And later that day, I decided that I was done. I told him that night and he said with knowing eyes he'd kill himself. My dumbass stayed another month with more manipulation, humiliation, and a loveless relationship. I grew up fast during that year and I broke it off, blocked him, and feared that one day he might just jump through that screen and find me. That fear subsided through the years but the walls started by this boy still exist and whisper hateful thoughts into my insecure mind.

Then we move on to boy number 2- Drew. 
If you can imagine... he was worse than the first.

A world where nothing is black & white.

Did Grace cause her life to become such a mess or was misfortune attracted to her beauty.

You decide

Jean comfortably sat on the new cushioned bench in front of the renovated organ. "Dominique" by The Sung Nun played as Jean sang alone, practicing his vocal skills. Jean offhandedly thought about the finalizing of proprietorship documents over the next few weeks. 

The Church let Jean buy the private property of the Renningberry Catholic Church because they liked him: Jean was devout since his childhood, actively helpful in the community, and purely celibate, which easily let him enter Diocesan Priesthood. Jean would've been the next Pastor it weren't for Jean being Asian, Vietnamese at that, and Murphy Steinly, a jealous old codger who wanted the prestige from the title of a Pastor.

Jean was wealthy and not shy in providing donations, like his investments in spreading Catholic schooling. His funds went to needy families, like Jean's when he was younger, and the homeless. Jean also paid for construction projects all across the United States, like new statues of Virgin Mary, Jesus, angels, and saints, or new Churches and Cathedrals. 

Jean's money let him into get into advanced studies for an even more solid background with college degrees. He was in an accelerated curriculum and could easily finish in a few years. His mother and father were proud since their two sons were well off and Jean sent them tens of thousands of dollars each month. Of course, Jean also occasionally visited to upkeep his appearance as a filial son. This included his brother, whose identity he used to gamble with and tie in a relationship as his broker.

For his new religious property, Jean installed stained-glass windows and several frescos to make his Church more holy and elaborate. Almost all the refurbishing was complete, with air conditioning needing some final rehauling. Jean even secretly made his own secret room from his office and a secret passage in that room leading to the sewers. The privacy and freedom made him feel refreshed.

Jean stopped to look at his watch, seeing it was almost time. He didn't sing anymore songs, but finished playing the rest of the accompanying Gothic music.

Cicadas buzzed loudly in the summer afternoon. As the Sun still hung high, a constantly present and suffocating heat swept the streets. The recently dried paint job on the Church differed from the older buildings around it. Most hailed from the Baby Boom.

A light knock resounded off the re-varnished door. Another hesitant knock followed, with a small pause. Then, the door opened and slowly shut, light steps coming in. Pale white legs moved quickly, swaying their worn baggy shorts.

"...Father Jean?" called out a young girlish voice. Jean stopped playing.

"Jeremy! How have you been doing?" Jean warmly spoke. He turned around and stared with his deep, profound eyes.

"I know you're starting high school next semester, so it should be quite hard for you. The transfer in curriculum and social pressure must be suffocating. It's hard to know what to do with your future. 'If you fail under pressure, your strength is too small.' Proverbs 24:10. You should be able to handle the problems God gives you as a test of your faith in Him."

Jean knew "Germy" Jeremy Quince, or the "sick" kid of the neighborhood. He was always an outcast, disappointing his father who kept growing more distant from him. He mostly relived his time with his late mother, when times were better.

Jeremy was strangely petite and acted like his mother. He practically was a growing girl, yet not at the same time. It's why he had severe problems socializing, which worsened when his bullies took his money, his food, his friends, his fun, his time, and nearly his every waking moment away. His Garden of Wonders helped pacify his nature, despite being repeatedly ruined.

Jeremy leaned against a nearby pew. He rested his head on his hands. His long blond hair swayed when he looked away, totally unable to meet Jean's eyes. Instead, Jeremy's cerulean eyes focused on the colorful stained-glass windows, specifically on Jesus being crucified.

"Father Jean… Can I confess to you about something?" Jeremy twiddled his fingers. The long sleeves of his shirt rested on the wood, covering the rest of his arms.

"Yes, you may, Jeremy. Many have spoken to me about their troubles. It's not embarrassing to ask for help from the Servants of God. 'Remember this— a farmer who plants only a few seeds will get a small crop. But the one who plants generously will get a generous crop.' 2 Corinthians 9:6. We reap what we sow."

"This… isn't like others. It's a secret no one else knows! I… can't deal with it all on my own anymore!"

"Oh?" Jean raised his eyebrow. Considering his social network and comprehensive knowledge of bodily gestures, Jean predicted it was finally time. Jeremy was being bullied for this exact reason.

"I… think I… like…" Jeremy trailed off and bent back. His small hands covered his small, pinkish lips. He couldn't show his face without reddening in embarrassment.

"Go on, Jeremy. God shuns no souls who seek guidance," Jean reassured him.

"I think I like… men? Whenever I get aroused, it's only from looking at boys. No one likes me because of this, but will God still love me?"

Jean smiled warmly. It was easy for him to notice something queer. Inconsistencies built up from noticing all the tiny details of everyday life and all of it hinted at this. With this, Jean gained a convenient and malleable pawn. He only needed to apply pressure from the others, give double entendres as advice, and play dumb for the bodies to pile…

And considering the news yesterday, Jeremy's homophobic aggressors Brad, Chad, Will, and Hank died unexpectedly from poisoning. Jean had no doubt Jeremy's castor beans refined themselves in his vengeful anger. All those days spent caring for Jeremy culminated into a repenting sinner at Jean's feet...

"Do not fret, Jeremy. 'Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud.' 1 Corinthians 13:4."

John stood up and walked into the colorful light as the Sun started setting. He looked like a blessed saint sent from Heaven. 

Jeremy stared in stunned adulation. Yet moments later, he began tearing up.

"Father Jean… my secret is darker than my lust for men."

Jean laughed maniacally in his mind, but only showed a gracious and sympathetic face.

"Please, Jeremy. Let God absolve you of your sins! Take your time to rest your burdened soul here!" Jean hugged Jeremy close to his chest. Jeremy hugged him back, crying silently.

"...Yes, Father Jean."

"Oh? You're sweating quite a lot. I should get you a drink. A hot summer day is exhausting to walk around in!" Jean wiped Jeremy's wet forehead and tears with a handkerchief from his robes. Jean gently grabbed Jeremy's wrist and the boy flinched at the touch. 

Scars. 

Still, Jean left the handkerchief in his open hand.

"Thank you, Father Jean. You were always there for me, when times were hard."

"I try to help my fellows of faith," Jean chuckled. He couldn't wait to start his fun.













When Jeremy woke up, he couldn't see. He was slightly thirsty and also had a slight headache. A few seconds later, like any normal person, he panicked. He flailed around wildly, strangely not feeling restrictions but hitting against a stone wall.

"Father Jean, you're a rapist too?!" he screamed internally.

All those moments Jeremy thought he could trust him… just like that, he was drugged and captured. It wasn't too different from Pastor Nick's behavior.

"I should've known he was crazy too!"

Jeremy fumbled around the dark. First, he checked his crotch and butt. Luckily, Jeremy felt like he was untouched. He laid on what felt like a bed and pillow, with a blanket over him. 

The space was cramped. There was hardly enough room for him to fully stand up.

His hands felt around the wall. He started to lose hope after a few minutes of futile searching. Then, a faint sound came from behind him.

Jeremy grabbed the blanket and prepared to throw it. Even if it was Father Jean… he did not want his first time like this.

"He's coming, isn't he?" Jeremy thought.

A scratching noise slowly bled in a little light. The wall moved over to reveal a secret passage. There, Father Jean stood with his school bag. He put a gloved finger to his lips.

"Shhh. They're searching for you above us. You have to run," Jean whispered.

Jeremy felt confused.

"What do you mean, Father Jean?"

Jean chuckled.

"I may be a priest but I'm not completely clueless. I should have helped you more and showed those boys the path of God. Now, it's too late. I know you're a nice boy, so I had to do this for your own safety."

Jean opened the passageway to the sewers. He handed over the bag. Jeremy dumbly took it, still in shock.

"Go! Before it's too late! Live your life, repenting for your sins! You can't do the work of God stuck in prison or when you're dead!"

Jeremy started crying. He bowed.

"I misunderstood you, Father Jean! Thank you for everything!"

Jeremy slipped out, soon stepping into the noxious air in the sewers and nearly throwing up.

"Eurgh! ...Um, Father—"

"Go! We don't have time!"

Jeremy cried for a different reason this time, but left nevertheless.

Jean stared at him until he truly went away. He quickly closed up the passage and began cleaning up all the traces of Jeremy.

"What comes next depends on you, Jeremy."

Jean grinned widely. 

"Will you still trust me? Or will you become suspicious because of how much society has hurt you?"

He laughed, knowing the waiting game continued. Any of the results still was a win.






Jeremy spent hours lost in the sewers. He looked in his bag and only found his life's savings, his most personal belongings, a bit of food and a bottle of water.

"Couldn't you have given me something else? This place is a maze!"

Jeremy slowly got used to the odor. If he didn't, he would go insane. His breath got shorter and he felt winded. Father Jean gave him strength but it could only be so much.

"Might as well take a break."

Jeremy didn't know where he could exit safely so he chose to keep walking until he found the end. For now, he took out a ham and cheese sandwich.

"Mmmh."

Jeremy ate slowly. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and gulped down with vigor. 

"Ah! Hits the spot!"

Jeremy regretted his bloody hands. Maybe there could be something between Jean and him? 

Bah. 

It was too late.

Jeremy continued walking, saddened at the loss but determined to make the best of it. After a while, his stomach started hurting.

"Maybe it's killing me being in the sewers. They are really dirty."

Jeremy tried finding an open manhole cover but each of them were locked in place. The pain kept building like a hot fire in his body. It burned and cut through him. Hours passed.

Soon, Jeremy couldn't go on. He coughed up blood, unable to breath properly.

His last thoughts dwelled on why Jean sacrificed his life when he went through all this trouble to help him escape. Jeremy died in a bloody pool of his own insides, longing for love and affection.






Time passed. The unprecedented situation erupted, completely unlike the few deaths that hit the streets in the past years.

Four kids poisoned to death by ricin in school: the son of a barber, the son of an office worker, the son of a manager in IKYEA, and the son of a high school teacher. The case went even deeper.

Jeremy Quince became notorious. The news said he was a psychopathic homosexual bent on killing other young boys for rejecting his love. Families panicked as they hid their children from this menace that also slit the throat of nine pedestrians before he killed his own father and went into hiding. 

Days later, investigators discovered a disturbed manhole cover near Jeremy's home, which led into the sewers. They found the bloody knife and a whole week of searching found Jeremy's decaying corpse. He apparently suicided when discovering he couldn't find another way out.

It was a travesty for the city of Overman's Park. An uproar against the gays swept the American nation, with calls for more safety regulations on gardening and patrols on the street. The city responded with lackluster enthusiasm, shifting public focus more to homophobia than to waste more time roaming the streets to find nonexistent criminals, as Jeremy Quince was an exceptionally unique case.

And where was Jean in all of this? Jean played the part of an upstanding citizen, advocating for God's grace instead of revealing his brutal nature. He was sated recently when cutting down those innocent people. Still, he had to address the bigger issue at some point. Aggravated racial undertones by the incident caused hate to fly his way, despite his stellar performance. It didn't help that Jeremy lived on the same street as his Church.

Thus, Jean made a plain speech free from his usual religious banter. 

"I know you all question the sanctity of the Catholic Church and if the homosexuals are predators looking for our children."

The congregation angrily spoke about proper punishment set and given to the homoerotic sinners. They would gladly stone a gay man if they had the chance.

"Forgive me of speaking this in front of children, but they must know," Jean said solemnly. A few families left with their children as Jean waited in a bated pause.

"Lawrence Murph, the priest from St. John's School for the Deaf, who molested boys in the Wisconsin suburbs of Milwauke decades ago. Jon Geoghan, the priest who was prosecuted in Cambridge, Massachusetts a few years ago for sexual abuse of over a hundred boys. Jon Hanlon, the Roman Catholic Priest, who has his paedophilic history and currently is in court in Massachusetts for raping two boys many years ago…" he rattled off.

The Catholic Church was under heavy scrutiny, especially with the homophobia craze and the exposing of predators in their Clergy. The Pope struggled to deal with this, let alone Jean.

"Even Pastor Nick was shockingly a rapist of young children. Yet this does not stand to reason with our anger. Already, heavy efforts are carried out to purge the Catholic Church clean. Our officers patrol, day in and day out, investigating suspicions and putting their lives on the line. Lawmakers are advocating for reform. There is no need for panic. Homosexuals are not evil spawn! It is the Devil of Lust that leads them astray!"

"Yeah right! Says you, the rich and corrupt Chinese man!" shouted the hairy Mitch.

"The Chinese are the problem!" said Gary.

"No, it's the f*cking gays!" said Herald.

"We were talking about the rapists in the Catholic Church, you idiots! They are the problem here, poisoning our family values!" screamed Beth.

"We need to stand together! Do not cloud your judgement before you see who the man in front of you is! Together, we can root out the evil around us! Together, we can defend ourselves, our children! Together, we can carry out God's graces! Together, we are America! Only together can we overcome these troubled times!" Jean clasped his hands together.

"Bullsh*t!"

"Crazy f*cking priest!"

"Why'd I even come here anymore?!"

"We're leaving!"

"Don't ever tell us how to think! We can protect our own families!"

"Bet he's a closet gay! All Catholic priests are, nowadays!"

The congregation stormed out and left. Surprisingly, not a single person stayed to listen to Jean, despite his reputation.

"Typical Americans…" muttered Jean.

It didn't matter that he lost the public's support. He already accounted for this. 

Jean just had more free-time on his usually busy hands now. 

With more time, Jean could cause more deaths.

And with more deaths, Jean could gain more support.

It was an endless cycle.

Jean would manifest his own destiny.

The camera views the actions of an aspiring serial killer. 

How far and how close can he come to reality?

(Written on my phone to spite Rebirth of A Serial Killer by Kotrem and because I always wanted to write  a serial killer series. 

Any similarities to real people, places, and works are not to be taken seriously.)

I had to save her. I had no idea where they had taken
Jenny, so I went to the only person I knew might be
able to help. I went to Brother Peter. He was on his
knees before the altar when I came in. His attitude
toward the religious wars and the Jacobite wars,
toward the whole rotten affair, had gone from
distaste to out-and-out disgust. When I came in he
was in the middle of praying, and his face was
streaked with dried tears.

Your Grace is sufficient.
Your Sacrifice our hope.
We are broken.
You are broken—broken for us.
We are beautiful.
You are beautiful—beauty for us.
You hear our cry.
You heal our hearts.
Blessed be your name.
In the shadow of the cross,
On blood stained ground,
Even in the depths of hell—there
You are with me.
My rod, my staff, my comfort.
Hallelujah!
Paradise lost.
Fallen, broken, hurting.
Beauty swallowed by pride.
Forgive us, Lord, restore us.
Free us from ourselves.
Guide us home to thee.
Paradise found.
The furnace is ready.
Through the fire glorify thy name.
May we never deny thee.
Be with us in the flames.

I coughed a little to clear my throat, and he
finally realised I was in the chapel with him. In a
moment both of us were on our knees, humbled
before God.
"Did you hear what happened?"
"Yes, and I have taken action. The only thing
left to do is pray."
Brother Peter had already asked a few
trustworthy people if they had seen where the
soldiers had taken the young captive. When they all
said no, he asked them to ask others who could be trusted in the Catholic and the Protestant
communities. There was no news yet, and he was
right—we had to pray. In despair we both cried out
to God.
We prayed for an hour solid. In mid flow, a
young boy suddenly interrupted one of the prayers.
"Come quick! I know where they took her!"
Without a second's hesitation we both
followed the boy, who was running fast toward an
old bell tower in the centre of Inverness. There, a
dark-skinned woman argued with the jailer.
"You must release her at once!"
Brother Peter stopped in his tracks. She
turned her head slowly, and as she did so, the light
of recognition flared in his eyes. Though she was a
woman of some age, she was beautiful, both in
appearance and spirit. I knew without question that
he had found his beloved.

"My love."
"Peter!"
They embraced each other, and then she
pulled away and began to tell her story.
As she spoke, she told me more about the
story of my own wife. There was some information
I had not yet discovered about her: she was in fact a
modest hero. The girl who was being held in the
tower was not just Jenny my beloved, but Jenny the
abolitionist. She had been working fearlessly to
abolish all kinds of slavery, and she feared plans of
future empire expansion would further ignore her
ethical view of the world. This was how she had
met Rose, the freed slave whom Brother Peter had
once courted.
Once I heard all this, I became impatient
with the whole mess and simply pushed my way
past the angry jailer, shaking on the bars and looking around the walls to see if there was an easy
way in. The guard approached to throw me out of
the entrance, but Peter and Rose began to argue
with him, distracting him from the task. Rose began
to insist that I had the right to see Jenny and that he
should respect young love.
"Were you not young once?"
It took some time, but he finally agreed to let
me in.
I was made to wait in a tiny entrance hall,
with an artist's depiction of the passion of the Christ
hanging in a gilt frame. It was an extremely bloody
depiction of the death of Christ, and I had no
stomach for it. I had seen enough bloodshed to last a
lifetime. But the blood was not all that offended me.
The thing that annoyed me most was that Christ
who had died to set people free was hanging on the
wall in a place of captivity.
After some time staring at the picture, I was
led in to see Jenny. She was chained next to the
young, dark-skinned girl who had been captured
before the massacre of my village. It was a small
cell; the other prisoners were men and boys and
were crammed into another cell. We hugged and
cried together. When it was time to go, I whispered
promises that I would free her—not knowing how I
could.
When I came out, I was surprised to see
Peter and Rose holding hands. It seemed he had
been wrong about her marrying.
"This time I will marry you, my sweet
Rose," he said as I approached.
"But, my love, what about being a monk?"
"I have been planning to give it up. I am not
strong enough to make reforms from within the Catholic Church, and thus I am joining the
Anabaptists."
As we went back to the chapel to try to hatch
a plan to save Jenny and the other young girl, Peter
began to tell a story he had read in an illegal
Anabaptist pamphlet. He told of how a man in 1569,
called Dirk Willems, an Anabaptist whose doctrine
was Jesus, peace, and baptism, saved his enemy's
life even though he knew he would be burned to
death afterwards. To burning he was taken, all in the
name of love. As he was burning, he said seventy
times, "O my Lord; my God," and other things like
it. Peter retold a short piece he had written about
this moving story:

Day of the Martyrs
Gathering of light.
Sacred assembly of love.
Age of war, hate, and strife.
The day of the martyrs has just begun.
Blood stained standing stones.
Anabaptists'tears, angels'song.
The day of the martyrs has just begun.
Ice cracks, foe falls.
Pilgrim saves.
To burning he must go.
Stands fast, dies slow, proclaims love for
all to know.
The day of the martyrs has just begun.

The planning went on late into the night, and
finally it became clear that it was virtually
impossible for us to free the prisoners without
risking our very lives. This became even more
abundantly clear when the messenger boy who had
announced where Jenny was came with the sad announcement that the other young girl had been
killed for trying to escape. We all sat in shock for
some time, and the messenger boy joined us. Rose
had travelled in America and England, and in her
travels had met John Woolman, an itinerant Quaker
preacher who openly opposed slavery and war. She
suggested we adopt his practice of worship and sit
in silence to see if the Lord would minister to us
there. Our first plan was to break Jenny from prison
non-violently if we could, but by force if we had to.
But in the still small voice that came in the silence,
we all began to sense that this was not the way.
"I don't have all the answers," I said at last
into the quiet, "and I do have questions. I cannot be
proud in this matter, but I feel I have a solution to
our problem. Violence should be seen as the last
resort, not the first. As for risking all of our lives further, I do not see how this could be a good
thing."
I had an idea, one that would take some time
to convince the others to accept. The cost would be
high, but not too high to pay. I could not tolerate
cruelty to animals, never mind humans, so I was
hardly going to let anyone be cruel to my beloved,
to kill her in cold blood for no real crime. It was
time for action.

Angelos opens on the field of Culloden, Scotland, as the legendary battle of 1746 has ended and the wounded Jacobites are being shot or clubbed to death. Davy MacLeod holds a gun to the head of his former friend, his hands shaking, ready to pull the trigger on this man who betrayed him and delivered his family to death. This man who took even his beloved from him...

I was six years old still in a Catholic Orphanage, and had been rejected by seven different families. I never knew why and what was wrong with me, but I'd just accepted it as fate. 
I watched my orphan friends being adopted and taken happily on a weekly and monthly basis. At some point I started thinking maybe I was too ugly to be adopted and started stealing makeup from our Nana's room, just to try and look beautiful so to get adopted into a family. 

Around Match 15th, if I remember correctly, our Nana cracked!...

She came back drunk around 8pm while me and the others were busy in the TV room. 
"Lola!!!! Where are you???". 
Me being confused why she called me angrily, got up and ran to her in the play room. 
"Yes Nana..."

I felt my body lose it's balance and slam on the floor. With tears uncontrollably pouring out of my eyes with her palm imprinted on my cheek.

"You lousy whore!!!! why won't you just leave me the hell alone!!!! Why didn't you die before you were born!!!". She yelled stumping on me with all force while I was covering my face screaming on the floor. 

"Nana stop! Nana!", I heard the other children yelling from a distance. But that didn't shake her for a minute. Since I was brought to there, she always showed me with all the love and care she could give as a mother, especially when I was rejected by many families. But today it seem I was a demon and thorn in her life.

"Why!!! Why!!! Why don't you get adopted and leave!!! It'll soon be seven years and your still here!!!", she gave me a hard kick on my face, which broke my glasses and injured the skin around my eyes, and then pushed me to the wall. She continued to kick my head against the wall and yelling. She held the bottle in her hand tighter and continuously kept slamming it all over my body. My screams seemed to be like music to her ears, because she kept on yelling..."Scream!!!! Scream!!! what I'm doing to you is half the problems you cause me daily!!!!! Do you think there's enough food to feed more bastards and you too!!!".

About half an hour later, she finally left me on the floor, bleeding from the wound of broken glass pieces in my skin. All the other children waited till she left before they came to check on my injured self. I fell unconscious while bleeding from my face, arms and back. The older kids who were fifteen and twelve, carried me to the clinic a few blocks away.

...

I woke up covered with bandages everywhere even over my eyes. "Hello!", I screamed out scared why I couldn't see anything, while trying to sit up right. I heard someone rush in and told me to lie back down, while trying to adjust the drip needle on my hand. 
"It's okay dear, lay down! please! I'm your nurse". She placed her hand on my head gently pushing me back on to the pillow. I felt a bit calm that I wasn't alone. "Don't worry, it's just bandages over your eyes, we'll take them off soon", she stroked my hair.

"Can we come in?", I heard my friends voices echo from the door. "Of course...", I heard the nurse reply.

I heard her getting up and walking out. I was moving my hands around trying to touch them. 
"It's okay Lola... don't worry, it's the five of us, Miles, Grace, Hanna, Tonny and me Anna!". They were my closest friends among all the other orphans, and were about two to three years older than me. I smiled weakly and laid my head back on the pillow. 

"Where's Nana?... did she not bother to see me?". 

Miles sighed and answered, "She was busy with the police when we left. They came to arrest her for beating you."

"Sorry Lola... sorry we couldn't save you from her yesterday...", Anna held my hand.

"It's okay... Guess Nana was just upset." I said to myself with my innocent and forgiving mind. I felt them come on to the bed and gave me a group hug.

What was worst than her death? Her Life...
Words can hurt more than guns... 

After being brought to the world as a terrible and painful incidence, she grows up facing rejection, abuse and molestation. 

When a ray of hope and love appeared, a deadly storm of obsession and jealousy clouds her mind, followed by range anger and revenge, which led her into making irreversible deeds and mistakes.

Finally she accepts her fate of neverending sorrows and pains, never witnessing true happiness.

Based on a true story

*EDITED*
March 23rd 2019 and Sarauniya Williams has felt the weight of the world for as long as she could remember. She was an orphan at an early age, her family apparently dropped her off at the front door of an orphanage, knocked and took off. Cliché I know, but here she is on her 25th birthday running for her life.
 
Flaassshhhback! Sarauniya Williams was born and raised in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Raised by the Sisters of the Mary's Grace Orphanage, Sara's young life was heavily rooted in the church and schooling. Top of her class and extracurricular studies, Sara had hopes of getting out, living a decent life like she saw on TV and raising a family of her own that she would never abandon. Some years later one day the children were on a field trip to New York of all places. Everyone is thrilled of course and couldn't wait to experience the excitement of the city and rush of city life. The most exciting thing they had in Scranton were the Greek and Italian Festivals. The food was great and the rush of people was even nicer, but this was WAY different.

Once they got through the day of visiting old churches and had some down time to roam, the older children, including Sara, were allowed to roam the boardwalk and beach while the chaperones and younger kids stayed in one area. Sarah sat in the sand playing with shells and her friend Jackie came over. Jack was 4 years younger than her but Sara viewed Jackie like the little sister she always wanted. The sand was warm, hot even, to the skin on her thighs exposed by her shorts. The water made a lulling sound with the continual crash of the waves and tide washing up and back. The birds pecked around for stray seafood poking out the sand and the pigeons did their thing, being airborne rodents. Sara closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sky taking deep and slow breaths her doctor had shown her in therapy. "Hey you okay?" Jackie asked softly, not sure if she should bother Sara. "Yeah I'm just enjoying the sound of it all. They say when you lose one of your senses the others naturally heighten themselves to make up for the deficit. Makes everything all the more calming..." she replied with a smile on her face. Jackie looked at her confused, her nose scrunched up "Make up for the def...d....the what?!" she asked, fully perplexed. Sara laughed fully and shook her head "Never mind Jackie" she replied wiping a tear from her eye.

Sara looked out over the horizon and smiled to herself taking in the colors. The sun was setting perfectly in view even though it still warmed her skin. The sky was various warm colors, shades of oranges, red, pinks and some purples blending together. There were stars glittering in the sky and little clouds were moved along quickly by the gentle winds coming off the ocean. "The bus is here girls it's time to go!" Sister Inna Called. She was the nun who found Sara and named her. Sarauniya - Godess, in Sister Inna's native language. Sara always wondered why she was named that considering Sister Inna was catholic but she never got the chance. When they returned home Sara was so tired, she did her nightly routine and fell into bed. And then it happened. Darkness faded to day but the sun seemed to be blocked out buy something else, the moon?" The eclipse has begun! Now it our chance!" a strange man yelled. Sara looked up to the sky and sure enough the moon had a red ring around it from the sun it was hiding, but it was different. Sara shouldn't have been able to see the eclipse in such detail and not without going blind. The wind started to pick up and clouds of dirt and debris came in, and then the roars.

Panicking Sara tried to find the sound so she knew which direction to run and there was a wave of dragons overhead breathing red hot flames across the battlefield. Sarah Looked at the man who called the orders earlier and he had deep set gray eyes shaped by unreasonable long lashes for a man and perfect brows. His hair was long and blonde gleaming silver. It was braided in an intricate style she thought to keep it out his face but she got stuck on the pointed long ears that poked out. There were other men and women just like him on horses but others looked like half beast half human, others looked like they were the horses with a human upper body. As they charged she realized they were coming right towards her and she tried to run. Falling backwards, she tried to catch herself, her hands landing onto the body she tripped over and settling in the massive pool of blood that should have been in the person's torso. She looked away in horror only to see the man's face and notice his eyes were Crimson red and he had fangs. She screamed at the top of her lungs and was awoken by Sister Inna. The other children in the room stared at her frightened by her late night screams and she couldn't stop herself from crying.

In an effort to comfort her, Sister Inna took Sara with her to the kitchen area and made her some tea. Sarah finally managed to calm down and told Sister of what she saw. She wasn't sure how the nun would react but she had to tell someone because she wouldn't get to see her therapist for a few days and she had to get it out now. As she finished relaying the details of her nightmare she noticed Sister Inna paled a bit and looked thoroughly scared. "Sister Inna?" Sara called out softly and Sister Inna seemed to snap back to reality. " Sara dear" Sister Inna started "I know that you have been raised a good catholic girl for many years but there is so much more out there than you could hope to understand. I know this sounds strange coming from me but I can promise you, don't believe everything you read, even in the bible." 

Just then a crack of lighting went off randomly making them both jump and rain started to fall from the skies violently. "No!" Sister Inna whisper yelled and started pulling Sara back to her room. She leaned down to get eye level with Sara and said "Listen to me my little Goddess, understand and remember what I said tonight and that you can trust NO one but your betrotheds" she grabbed Sara by the arms and shook her a bit for emphasis. "Don't you mean betrothed?" she asked, confused and starting to panic. "No, betrotheds. I said what I said now, get to bed!" Sister Inna replied, pushing Sarah into the bedroom and closing the door before she could ask further questions. "Sorry guys" Sarah said to the other kids apologizing for waking them and they all went back to sleep.
The next morning Sara wanted to talk more with Sister Inna but she was nowhere to be found. She looked and waited for a few days because she knew sometimes the sister was called for work at other churches but after two weeks Sara began to worry. Walking up to another Sister she asked "Sister Mae have you seen Sister Inna?" hoping to get some calming news. Sister Mae turned from her dusting with a confused look "Sister who?" she asked. Sister Mae had been here for some time and Sara knew she knew Sister Inna. "Sister Inna, her family is originally from Nigeria, dark brown skin brown eyes, Sister Inna" she replied perplexed and wondering why she had to give details like she was going to put out an APB. 

"I'm sorry Sara I don't know 'Sister Inna', is she new here? Try asking Sister Kathrine." 'No she's not new here you incompetent oaf.' Sara wanted to yell but she nodded and replied "Okay, thanks anyway" before walking off and Sister Mae returned to her chores. After asking a few other nuns and students Sara realized it was like Sister Inna never existed! Her belongings were gone, no one knew of her and Sara knew she didn't imagine the last 14 years of her life. But Sara did as she was told, she never forgot the Sisters words and that's when she began her research into the Supernatural. END FLASSHHHBACCKK!!

Sarauniya was an orphan since she can remember. Life was never easy in the system and only got harder out of it. Problems seems to follow her everywhere but things turn around for her on her 25th birthday. While literally running from her newest life changing event she runs into Murciél. A member of the Brotherhood of Kings. Murciél saves Sarauniya by dining on her attackers and while frozen in fear he walks up to her and caresses her cheek and mutters "mate" before he puts her to sleep in his arms.

MORE OF A REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN THIS WORLD!

"How can you become her host, Shinomiya? Ugh, how about my plan...*sigh* I will just take it slowly then." 

"Master of Berserker of Red. It is nice to meet you. However, do forgive me, as I will need to borrow your friend's body for the duration of this Holy Grail War. 

I assure you that no harm shall befall her even if I enter into a battle later." Jeanne said with grace as she looked to two people in front of her, especially Rafi who was a Master of Red. In another part of her, she could guess that that man was an important person for Miyu, so she promised as such to assure him.

Jeanne d'Arc, a saint of Orléans. A Catholic saint born in Domremy, France, and the heroine of France who liberated Orléans in the Hundred Years' War. After that golden light faded, she appeared in the front of Rafi and Saki Rukino while already wearing her battle-dress. 

While she greeted them, Rafi then glanced back to the corridor and saw several Dragon Tooth Warriors and magus already surrounded them, blocking their exit in both ends. 

"Ok. I know that you will not bring harm to her. Even so, I will still bring you along with us, as I can't leave you two here in the Clock Tower."

'Rukino-san, prepare to use Valvrave IV. We will quickly break out of this place.' 

'Ok, leave it to me.'

Rafi said calmly toward Jeanne as he also signaled Saki Rukino through their eyes contact. He then held the saint of Orléans on her wrist, brought her close to Saki Rukino, while he stood in front of them. 

"Eh, where will you bring me to?!" 

"Of course, to the center of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc. 
Trifas, Romania." 

"??"

"Wait for me at the London's Airport, Rukino-san. If I don't arrive within 30 minutes, please go to Trifas with her by our prepared ticket. I still have some matters to settle here first." 

"Fine. But, make sure you will come, ok?" 

"Who do you think I am? If I want to run, these people won't be able to hold me back."

He said confidently as he revealed a mischievous grin, and looked toward their front and back side which were surrounded by the Association's forces. Rafi then punched through the concrete wall beside them, jumped through the created gap as he brought those two girls along. 

In midair, Saki Rukino summoned her Valvrave IV, while she and Jeanne were directly placed inside its cockpit. Under the stunned gazes of magus from the Mage's Association, Saki Rukino piloted Valvrave IV to fly through the sky. High above the clouds, obscured by darkness of the night.

As it was already enchanted with an illusion magecraft, its massive frame wouldn't be able to be caught by public gaze. Although, the sound it released and its residual kinetic force could be heard and felt as if a passing of furious wind. 

While Rafi finally landed on the ground in front of the Clock Tower with a boom! Creating a crater under him as dusts and debris were blasted outward from the impact. 

'Ok, thinking about it, there was a new notification about the mission... Oh,...'

[First Mission: Become a Master in the Great Holy Grail War. Cleared.

Acquired Rewards: 1000 Exp, 1000 Points.] 

[Second Mission: Defeat three Servants participating in the Holy Grail War. 

Rewards: 1000 Exp, 1x Blueprint of Arc Reactor. 

Notes: 

• Only direct contributions from whether the Participant, and/or Follower(s) and/or the summoned Servant in completing the Mission that will be acknowledged by System. 

• Servants who are defeated after completing the Mission will be included into the calculation for overall Grade completion. ]

'Good! So, that's the second mission. Interesting. Arc Reactor, huh... 

Now, time to upgrade my stats. Status.'
.
.
.
.
.

'Ugh, my level has only increased by two?! So slow... looks like the way upward may be long after all. 

Hm, but I've also got 80 undistributed attributes. Fine, let me adjust my attributes, Haha! 

Good, my strength and MP have increased quite a lot now. Status.'

[Status]
________________________

Name : Rafi (Serial no. 966001)
Level : 33 (Hero-class)
Points : 1,380
Exp : 90/760

Follower : 1
________________________

HP : 1100(1100)
MP : 2000(2000)

STR : 150(150)
INT : 100(100)
PHY : 110(110)
AGI : 200(200)
SPI : 200(200)

Undistributed Attributes : 0
________________________

Ability : 

[??? (Innate) (Sealed)]

[Empyrean Eye (Innate) (EX)]

[Bloodline: Magius]

[Piloting Knowledge: Advanced (B+)]

[Divine Lightning Manipulation (A)]

[Eternal Arms Mastership (A)]

[Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands (A)] 

[Magecraft (C)]

________________________ 

Meanwhile, when Rafi was assigning his stats, Karna and his Master stood not far away from him as they stared at him fiddling with his phone. Even at that time so deep into night, the area around Clock Tower seemed so busy as a large group of magus prepared themselves slightly far away from those two, but they still encircled Rafi within a large entrapment.

Barthomeloi Lorelei then stepped out as she neared him. She came in front of him as she spoke with a slight surprise contained in her voice, 

"I can't really guess that you have such an exquisite golem in your possession. Are you really from Atlas Institute?" 

"Hm, you can guess as you like." 

"Do you still insist in your choice, Rafi? Isn't it better to join my family? Even if you are still young and immature, my family can train you into a proper heir for us." 

'... ah, she is not here...' Looking around, Rafi didn't catch sight of Olga' shadows. Even his target, Lev Lainur, also didn't show up among the opposition magus in his front. 

"Why don't we put this discussion on hold until the War is over, Lorelei? 

Or, don't tell me - you are that impatient to be married at your age?!" 

"*twitch*... Huh.. what gives you that idea?!" 

"I mean, we are still participating in the Holy Grail War now. Moreover, we are of one faction. I don't want to be enemies with you guys for now." 

"For now, is that it?" 

"Well, what can I say, if after the War is over, the Mage's Association will start to hunt me??" 

"...Is it because of her, that you dodged my invitation?" 

"I don't know what's your meaning, Lorelei." 

"You don't have to lie to me. You know who I mean here." 

"....."

"...fine. Let's put this talk on hold for the time being. After the War is over, my family's offer will still stand then. In any case, whether you join her family or my family, you will still be part of the Mage's Association."

'...*sigh* sometimes, you can also be kind, Lorelei.' Rafi sighed in his heart as he then decided to warn her about Shirou Kotomine. 

"We will still be in contact during this Holy Grail War, Lorelei. In addition, here I warn you guys. Don't trust that fake priest! He is hiding more than what you can believe!" Rafi said slightly shouting toward the retreating Lorelei. 

_____

Meanwhile, in another place within the Astronomy Department. Olga Marie was within her father's office as she helped her father in a magus experiment. 

As it reached the end of his experiment, her father handled it by himself, as he then told her to check on the progress of Lev Lainur's project, which was a crucial thing for Chaldea Organization. 

Even if that time was so deep in the night, for the Astronomy Department's magus, instead it was the best time to observe and to divinate the stars. As such, many magus from Astronomy Department preferred to stay awake until so late at night to research their magecraft.

"I wonder what is the project Prof. Lev Lainur is working on?? From father's word, it seems this project is extremely important..." Olga was muttering to herself as she walked slowly, going to the direction of Lev Lainur's designated research office. 

_____

Chaotic ages is approaching and dark ages starts unfolding,...

It was then when a young man installed an unknown app, and started his journey to the top, rising up in the midst of the descending chaos... 

Is it a blessing or is it a curse? 

Is it the path of hero or just mindless murderer? 

It starts, a journey through real and fantasy, weaving his destiny through the boundary, until where his step finally end...

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Disclaimer:

This is all just a fanfiction, with no actual relation to real world. The credit for characters of anime worlds and their setting are going to their original authors.

Thank you for your understanding.

Sorry I have not updated in a while and just let me tell you why...

I HAVE A CRAZY 87-YEAR-OLD NUN TEACHING ME! ...I mean... 87? What the heck!? Retire already! Anyway... (acts all innocent, like that outburst did not happen) I am currently going to a Catholic school, and most people would assume that I am Catholic because of that, right? NOPE! I am not... witch makes me think, "Hey, why am I expected to know all the details of sacraments that I am allowed to completely forget about after this year? Also, no I don't know all of parts of mass in order, so just freaking sue me!!!

*Ahem* On that note, I think that it is a little stereotypical that Sister actually carries around a ruler! I mean, WHAT'S THE POINT!? She is not legally aloud to hit anyone with it and we all know that, and she obviously doesn't... but is it for intimidation? If so why? At least I know that I think so, but she is terrifying when mad.... (Pls send help)

Even though everything I just said is true, she is a great lady... and I would truly like her if...
SHE WOULD REMEMBER MY NAME! It's not that hard... ^~^
She remembers the first letter at least! (Most of the time...) But at least I learned that there are so many names that sound similar to mine! #LookingForABrightSide

She is loading us up on homework every day... I am determined that she thinks that she is the only class we have all day because there is pretty much a two page essay due at the end of each day... I am not kidding you right now... "Assignment: Read writing prompt and write in a google doc (not a sponsor LOL) an essay on what this prompt means to you and how it can allow you to better your life and community. Each essay must be at least 100 words in 12 font, Times New Roman."

Yup... I am dead... X~X

So... my spring break starts next week and I will try a mass upload (#Trying) of my usual content and not the boring crap you guys have gotten recently... SORRY!

Also, if anyone else goes to a Catholic School, please tell me in the comments if you have to do something called "Lenten Packets"? Because personally... THEY ARE A NONESSENTIAL PAIN IN MY BUTT!!!

So yeah... I'm having fun during this pandemic house arrest... you? :)

I will be putting down my random rants about questions that I have... So basically a one-sided conversation and a lot of confusion on my part.

My friends typically find my rants funny due to them being completely off topic so they convinced me to do this... hope ya like it!

(Also how do I choose a lead gender for my thoughts?)

"Well met princess" I said with my right hand on my left chest and doing a small bow. Etiquette when a noble introduces their selves according to dad.

In response Hisui curtsied lifting up her skirt a little.

"Ah yes, Weapon. I know a place where quality weapons are." Hisui said getting back to the weapon topic.
Why she knows a good spot I'll never know.

"May I know what is your price range?" Hisui asked.
In response I used the storage ring my father gave me and withdrew a 'small' ammount of wealth within. Roughly 20 million jewels. Maybe more.

Hisui looked confused as I handed the pouch over, It is so light as if no significant ammount of money was within as well as the fact said pouch is small.

Curiously she opened it and she got starry eyed. An Extremely pure gem capable of holding great ammounts of magic and a few precious gems of outstanding quality.

Hisui gestured for her personal guard. Good she isn't naive and wanted a professional opinion. According to Dad, personal guards of young royals have to be strong and knowledgeable.

The guard went over and examined the stones even going as far as bringing it out in the open and inserting some magic into the magic gem.
"Princess these are all genuine and indeed of outstanding quality. If not in demand these should net 20M Jewels. But as of the market now it can get sold for 2 maybe 3x more. The magical gem itself is precious for magical blacksmiths. Capable of holding great enhancements."
The guard bowed and handed the pouch back to the princess, And proceeded to move back 2 steps behind the princess to indicate his position.

"I See, Thank you." The princess said with a small but genuine smile. 'A kind royal possessing blossoming grace...' " Apoclia-san, And... I'm sorry I don't believe I have gotten your name." My thoughts got cut when Hisui continued speaking. I just now realized that Dad didn't give his name. I was about to give a fake name but dad surprisingly introduced himself.

"Logan Apoclia." Short it may be but the fact that dad of all people introduced himself is astonishing.

"I see, well may I call you by your given names? As it may become confusing." At the sight of the princess asking permission to use our names the guard seemed displeased, But I can't be sure with that helmet on...

"Hnn" ...For some reason I feel like my father has relations to an emo a-hole. 

*In a different reality.*
"Achoo!" 
"Oh no! Sasuke-kun are you sick?!"
""""NOO~~! SASUKE-KUN IS SICK!""""
"LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU SASUKE-KUN!"
"NO LET ME!"
"NO ME!!"
"SHANNARO! I WILL BE THE ONE TO TAKE CARE OF SASUKE-KUN!"
"FOREHEAD! I WILL BE THE ONE!"
"...Damn fangirls..."
*Back to Fafnir*

"Excuse my dad hime-san she isn't too comfortable in monarchy ruled areas. And yes please call me Fafnir."
I feel like the guard frowned when I called said hime-san. 
"Oh... Well might I suggest going to my father? He might be willing to trade a non used weapon compatible with you in exchange for these games?" It sounded more of a question. And if I had to guess these weapons are similar to the ancient weapons only usable by people it acknowledges. Among the legends is a sentient armor evolving with its user and a deadly sword capable of killing even with the slightest cut. Sadly these weapons seem to have vanished from the face of Earthland.

"Indeed, I believe my son can find one. And weapons are meant to be used. Not put on display or gather dust." Lowblow dad... Indirectly jabbing at the fact that they have such a lack of talents that they are possibly gonna trade one.

Yep, Guard visibly reacted. and a low growl escaped his armor. Hisui seemed to have not noticed and she also didn't seem to understand the jab my dad sent, She only looked at us, me specifically, I gave a nod and she proceeded to parade off into the direction of the castle.

As we walked the civilians gave us a wide area to walk in, Not created out of fear but respect to the nice princess, The civilians would wave with a genuine smile, Though noticeably not all. And the young boys would sport a blush while young girls looked up to Hisui. Me and my father also got a fair bit of stares from females... But I did notice the young boys looking at me as if bad news.

================
Time skip.

Once we requested an audience with the king which is easy enough if you have the princess with you. Luckily the king and queen weren't busy so we got audience soon enough.
Which leads to the conversation now.

"So you mean We should trade a piece of equipment possibly only surpassed by the legendary teigu of old?" A voice filled regal in nature sounded out in a hall of marble with jade accents and a velvety red carper with golden intricacy at it's edges. This would inspire a sense in awe in most men if not for the fact that the king is a fairly short man wearing striped over-alls and a cape, The woman next to her can though. A woman of light green hair and green eyes wearing a jade colored dress with a purple cape that covers most of her curves, her gentle smile yet large presence can cause most men to get weak kneed.

"Personally I believe it is possible. It would be more useful to have a easily handled magical weapon than a fickle minded sentient weapon." A man spoke from the side of the throne of the king, An adviser I believe.

"Indeed... We agree, only if the compensation is adjusted depending on which armament accepts him." Stated the king, Although I can't respect the man due to him being so comical looking, I do admire the fact he could give up an old weapon. Though he is probably thinking something along the lines of. 'A Magical weapon to bolster our military might'

"hmph, To take this long to make a simple decision, What a bore." Although said a little quietly my Dad's annoyed words rang out throughout the hall.

The people were speechless by the blatant disrespect, meanwhile I am so annoyed. This might get complicated.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HIS MAJESTY LIKE THAT!" Screamed a guard near us as he drew his sword and attempted to attack.

The key word being attempted, Since the moment he got into a 10 feet radius of my dad he got crushed, Not figuratively, Literally. A horrified scream rang out, Not needing to look as I identified the voice belonging to Hisui.
The other guards gasped, the king and queen as well as most of the elites blanched a little at the display of power.

"Jeez, dad you should make your kills cleaner." I have gotten used to the sight of spilled blood. When we once displayed our wealth trying to find some small change the bandits got wind of this and attempted to steal from us. That day I witnessed death for the first time made by my own side.

After that I got used to killing them over the years since going to the forest alone some slave traders passing by sometimes run into me.

"And who are you to judge brat? You turn most grunts into mincemeat." okay guilty as charged, Not my fault I am easily annoyed, my Draconic instincts don't like my pride being challenged.

"What are you doing! Apprehend them!" It seems our rather horrific revelations towards our killing habits snapped the adviser out of it, Hisui is still afraid and is crying in the arms of the queen who despite the sight didn't move from her seat despite her husband already being off of his throne.

"Oh snap, Troublesome..."


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By the author powers within me! I SUMMON CLIFF!
USE CLIFFHANGER!
[Cliff used Cliffhanger, It was super effective!]

Ja~ne!
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Small IRL Story!
Found this funny and wanted to share!
So in class reproduction or sexual health was being discussed. A random thought popped into my head.
So I called a nearby friend and told him.
"Bro, If bible is to be believed then Adam basically fuxked his female clone..." That got my classmate thinking but he still seemed confused.
"Bro, Eve was said to be made from pieces of Adam's Ribs. Soo genetically related. Basically a clone or sister..." I noticed he seemed to have understood and was holding back his laughter. "Incest." I said also trying to stiffle a laugh.
And with that comment he fuxking exploded in laughter. The whole class looked at him and the teacher asked what's so funny. He gave a summary of what i said and basically everyone laughed.

of course i got scolded by the teacher who is a devoted Catholic. 
But i still whispered to him. "Worth it." He agreed and went in for a high - five. 

TBH this happened just today.
PS. Catholics pls don't take too seriously. I was honestly half awake at that time.

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PS. short story occurred yesterday.

Raised by the apocalypse the bringer of destruction.
The king of the mighty and lord of supreme.


Okay i can't do this cringe synnopsis...
Eitherway extreme SI acnologia and OP OC
pairings are POSSIBELY. Wendy & Kagura & Mira or just single pairings with one of the three or another one. Actually maybe ultear and meredy can be part of it.

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