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“... Angry little girl?”

 His wings stretched behind him, a smile, her eyes flickered. A weapon, trained to ensure conflict. Death. The man was… kind despite it, her friends lay dead around him as his SOUL flickered. DETERMINATION. A cheat skill whose power might as well have been spread across the species.

 We were endurance hunters, always determined to walk after the prey until they couldn't run any more. 

 “... Filth.”

 Hissing, anger, rage, the power of a SOUL was one they'd kept in the background since eons. The man had made deals, deals with other beings, other people. Spitting her poison, she didn't ask for this. To be born for this, like this, and most of all. She didn't asked that she be made into a weapon by an angry mother. A spiteful mother. 

 “... Oh that's cute.”

 His arm flickered. The crucifix shimmered as his beloved, the same pink soul. Bleeding that black tar as remnants of his soul energy, half healed wounds, remained on her.

 “...”

 A half opaque shield formed on one side, the man laughed. His face covered with reptilian plates as darts appeared around the man. His body glowed more colours, smiling, sliding back into a stance as she scowled. One hand pulled back, she was only a child.

 “You think that means anything to me child?”

 His gun was pointed to her, his arm flickered over with JUSTICE. Gem embedded into his neck, it didn't hurt him. But whatever it did, she didn't have time to stop the pistol wielding man.

 “I have seen the past and our future, because of you, humanity and Allies cannot afford what is to come.”

 Dripping with hate, his SOUL burned bright. The wings stretched further outwards, locking behind him. Almost folded, like enormous spoilers, only made of ancient flesh and magics. Sigils ingrained into the very genetic structure as the Old Tongues stabilised what was an otherwise impossible augmentation.

 “... So what?”

 Smiling. Hate dripped from the pores of her skin, a smile flickered over her face. For every SOUL, every positive. There were the negatives. The SOULs were based off of emotions, sure, someone could have multiple SOUL traits, yeah. There were many, many more types of SOUL. 

 But seven SOUL had formed long ago, seven SOULs that represented key aspects that closed the barrier. That happened to be the strongest, the luckiest, the one who stopped and pleaded. Pleaded, both sides to ask.

 “If we are to do this, what of our children? What of our growth, as species who have discovered one another and had years of cooperation. Are we prepared to lose all of it, all of it, because of HATE?”

 And they made a decision, the objector, one of the objectors, made a decision. Consumed by HATE, I'd killed the descendants of FEAR, PRIDE, SLOTH, GREED and one of HATE.

 But she was a child. We were not of war, I may not be able to JUDGE, but as an Anomaly, an Outlier. She had a choice, you always had a choice.

 “... I dunno mate, but do you want to do this?”

 Mocking. The man was mocking her, he didn't have a SOUL, not a strong one anyways. Most of humanity was weak, too weak to finish the job, too weak to what had to be done. We were…

 “... Why wouldn't I?”

 Her body shifted. A knife. The man let in a deep sigh. Brainwashed, manipulated, a child, born of war, could only understand the Old Tongues. The Childish Folk. 

 Young men who'd get drunk, fuck up and flee rather than face the consequences. He was right. Humanity hadn't changed, the same people who he'd hunted with, that'd exiled the Old SOUL, that taught a man. A monster. Who helped a very lost boy, whose descendant mentioned a story about a strange turtle man and a secret. By the mountains, the magic held strange rules. The world rules, localised to small places across the globe as SOULs changed the rules across generations. Slowly bending them, twisting them, until they couldn't be brought back. Even if you invoked the oldest of rituals, the ones that helped to uncover them so, so long ago.

 “... Very well then child.”

 He spoke in kind, tired, slow, unforgiving. He didn't seem to care. Like most of humanity, his SOUL was a fractured mess, generations of interbreeding had diluted the SOULs alongside the weakness of their developments. 

 Her limbs shivered, shaking, and comfort. She found comfort in the fear, fists clenching as magic flushed her system clear. Clear before the poison, the venom, venom that'd make her powerful enough to fix the world. To save it from its weakness. His voice sent shivers down her spine, the kind of shivers she hadn't felt in a long time.

 “Prepare To Die.”

 A sword flickered into existence, short, sharp, the reinforced gun he carried glowed that strange yellow colour. Buckler on his arm as her body flushed with HATE.

[boyakishanaura]

(Will sits on his couch, pretty much doin fuck all as he searches through his satchel)

Cutting through the world. The wolf man with the reality rippling jacket appears. Mana swirling to counter his intrusion s the spirit waved it off himself.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

He looks up from the couch, equal parts surprised and confused

“Eh- hello? Who the fuck are you?”

[boyakishanaura]

"bit rude innit? I've come a long way Will. Now come."

Stepping out the portal, his calm Australian voice staring at the wolf as he motioned towards the door.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

He shrugs, standing up

“Why not? Got nothing better atm. Lead the way”

[boyakishanaura]

"... Not particularly cautious. Huh?"

Looking at the fox, the comment distracted as he looked at the dirty building.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”I’ve done worse”

He slides on his jacket and walks to the front door, opening it. He motions for you to go first

[boyakishanaura]

Ignoring him, the man kicks him with his slowly vanishing foot. The body part vanishing as the door does as well, thrown through the void between worlds on a stream.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”YIP!”

Will yelps in surprise as he’s flung into the stream, trying to turn around and face the odd man

[boyakishanaura]

There's nothing, the voices of the shadows, heavy darkness surrounding him. With no references, only the changing dark before a flash of light appears behind him. A familiar voice calls out.

"g'day lover boy."

[ignisuadaroleplay]

Will groans, opening his eyes as he sits up

“Chameleon?”

[boyakishanaura]

"... Do I look British??"

The Australia slung down the magic door, looking at the fox in confusion as the gravity of the shield held in place.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”Oh!! Triage! Hey- where am I? Some Australian fellow pushed me into whatever this is”

[boyakishanaura]

Shifting into the male, with an annoyed face as they looked to him.

"... Right, welcome to the world barrier. Don't die."

Placing hand onto the item, eyes closed as they held a hand tp the door.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”Why would I die? What’s going on!”

Will attempts to swim, or float over to the door

[boyakishanaura]

As he were on the door, the magic circle broke open. Looking up, an eastern woman looked up.

"REGINA??"

[ignisuadaroleplay]

Will looks between the women, confused

[boyakishanaura]

Several thousands of kilometres above the air, the increasing heat of rushing air as his ass falls straight towards the centre of the city.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”AH SHIT SHIT SHIT”

He scrambles for his satchel, eventually finding what he’s looking for, a durability increase potion, and a weight decrease. He chugs both and prays he won’t splat to the ground

[boyakishanaura]

The heat starts rising, his hardened hairs doing nothing as his temperate begins to rapidly rise, jumping between the forest branches. The flying flame empress following after the maid as several other maids follow after her. A massive net is stretched out, the girls each begin to float magically. The empress calling out to the maids as he fell.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

Will closes his eyes, bracing for impact

[boyakishanaura]

His skin starts to burn. Still several kilometres above the ground, a fireball appearing as the group of ladies look up.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”SOMEONE FUCKING HELP”

[boyakishanaura]

The empress looking woman looked at Peony, questioningly, her hand igniting as she motioned drinking. The movements barely visible.frm so far up. The temperature continued to rise.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

(Will begins to panick even more, forgetting any sort of logic, like the fact he has a fire resistant potion in his bag)

[boyakishanaura]

The shout from before reaches him, the more recent shouts he'd heard magically powered but now.

"HEY. DICKHEAD. FIREPOTION."

Loud enough to snap anyone out of their stupor, the red flames starting to form around the fox as the net is pulled out.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

“Hm? Crap- right!l

(Will quickly grabs it from his bag and downs it)

[boyakishanaura]

Flames continue to surround him, the empress looking woman staring as she booms up at the fox.

"DIVE IF YOU DON'T WANNA SPEND ALL DAY UP THERE."

At this point, the man was slowing down, reaching perfect equilibriium as his body absorbed all the air, enough air compacting to hold him up while remaining in place and in free fall. Soon, he'd be unable to move from the compacted air.

The magical potions expanded and filled gaps that'd normally pull him down, but instead expanded like a shield before him forcing him to slow middair.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

(Confused but grateful, will follows the orders, pointing his snout down and diving)

[boyakishanaura]

Now diving faster and faster, the neck falling as he fell through. Bouncing back and forth like a trampoline, before it slowly came to a stop.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

(Relieved, will takes a few deep breaths before dusting himself off and looking around)

[boyakishanaura]

Dropping the net, the maid's floating down as the empress and her guards stood, weapons held at the net held fox.

[ignisuadaroleplay]

”Eh- hello? Where the hell am I-“

[boyakishannarrative]

An umbrella at her back. Looking down at the fox as the pink haired woman looked down at him.

"Remia. My kingdom."

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GIANT SIGN FOUND OUTSIDE OF CITY LIMITS. Declared the news paper, a giant sign shown on the cover. In large words.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ADVERTISE.

IS THIS ILLEGAL?

And smaller letters,

IF ITS NOT...

Before contacts.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS FUCK OFF.

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"... That's actually a good question." The room silenced as the shock fell in. The weirdo if the group taking her seat. "... You guys. Wanna like. Sit down? Since like." She gestured at the nuclear rain, motioning at the irradiated water as it trickled down the "useless" drainage pipe she dug into the ground. Despite their base being where water should flood, the water diverted down the tunnel into a natural drain channel. The group finished their shuffling as the woman began poking the fire. "You should close your trap and take care of it, bouta go out." She pointed out, nudging the "abo" as the group sat in the underpass.

Where they say used to be an underpass, a small hole from a long dead tree a while ago forming an underpass that would flood during the rainy season, but ignoring the Aboriginals of this land's warning about spirits or whatever, I diverted the water down the hill by pushing a pipe through the mountain below. Carbonated steel, can't rust after its forged unless it reached a stupid cold temperature. 0 in Kelvin or something. Protected by a rocky overpass, drainage channel steered clear of, I then noticed the group's stares.

"... Uhhh. Is my fly down?" Asked the woman, she'd not taken off her mask since she grouped up with them. She hadn't not gained their trust, but to say she weren't someone they weren't wary of would be a lie.

"You said that was a good question."

"aye."

"care to elaborate?"

"do you want me to?"

"..."

"ok, in baby terms. Does whittle Danny wanna ask dumb bitch to elaborate on the question?"

The man stared down the woman, she didn't seem to be intending offending anyone, but her words expressed she certainly wasn't trying to not not offend people.

"right. So magic. Right? This shit happened cause of magic right?" She looked around the group, nodding as she continued.

"Ok. So that fact. Not wrong, but it ain't right."

"..."

"nobody wanna ask anything?"

"..."

"m'kay. So."

The old book was out onto the table, man saying the same points as the last leader. I rubbed my eyes, looking at my friend. "Are these people serious?" I asked, ignoring the Arabs beside me. "... They believe it." I sighed. "Alright. Fuck it." I got out my seat, hopping the fence as I tumbled my way down the decorative whatever onto a seat. The room now staring at me, delegates looking highly unsure as I stumbled my way to the side aisle, getting lost before sighing.

Hands on her hips. The woman looks around, planning her route before muttering. "Fuck it." And hopped onto the nearest desk.

Suits raised their papers, as I stepped over the hassle that was formality. Instead of walking 5 minutes, I walked over desks until I reached the stage.

"alright. So. I assume I have y'all's attention?" She asked. Very clearly aware of the disturbance she caused.

M'kay. Leader for. Fuckin'." She turned to the man. "You're the uhhhhh. Delegate for which land again?"

The man muttered something, the woman politely shoving him back to his seat. "M'kay. So. Hi world."

Dan then spoke up.

"wait. You're that lady. The crazy one." He realised, the vet stating the obvious as I looked at him.

"No. Well. Actually yes... Dan. Would you kindly shut up and let me continue?"

The UN council or whatever all stared, as the Asian Australian stood there awkwardly.

"m'kay, so I have no idea what I'm doing. So." She clapped her hands, bringing everyone's attention to focus. "What the fuck are we all doing here?"

The room remained in awkward pause as the woman looked around. "Are you serious? Does nobody know why we're all here?" She looked around the room, her expectancy met.

"uhhh. Because of the recent revelation that magic exists?"

"Ah, I see. Thank you. Delegate for... Switzerland? Hope that's right. Alright. Some uhhh. Why's any of that important?"

Yet another awkward pause, until eventually someone spoke up.

"excuse me?" Spoke up a stern voice, the woman snapped to one of the important people's row.

"hm?"

"do you have a PhD?"

"eh?"

"ma'am, may I ask. Do you have any real reason for sitting there."

The woman paused, thinking as the brunette took centre stage.

"Because clearly. You are not someone who should be leading, asking question. In fact you sat in the visitor's segment. So pardon my intrusion-"

"Jennifer Clark." She decided finally.

"- pardon?" Stammered the woman, her stride broken as they stared at one another.

"your name. Jennifer Clark, private school. Small time piece right?"

"what- what does this-"

"uh, uh uh. Teacher's talking now." She said, tone deadly quiet. Nothing cheery, amateurish or unsure. Just clean. Simple words.

The woman sat down, lifting her stair she returned to France. "You were saying?"

And so discourse began, arguments snapping back and forth. "Right. Thank you whatever your name was, now that we're all on the same side track I'm gonna try get back into the visitor's section. Ah right. That reminds me. Miss Clark. Stand up please."

She looked back and forth, nervous evidently

"Miss Jennifer Clark. You may rise."

Everyone remained seated.

"alright. It appears I'm not being specific enough. Jennifer Maryland Clark, daughter of Johnathan Arthur Clark and Jean Mary Fletch. Student of Bluebell private school, political journalist. PBFBFBBFBFBFT." She looked around. Nobody had sat up. She turned to the camera man nearest to her. Squinting as she read out. "Jo-hn. Oh. Uhhh. John, are the cameras still broadcasting?" The camera man hesitated as he responded.

She began to fiddle with the stand, eventually someone showed her how to turn to stand off. Standing before the crowd, she loudly proclaimed.

"JENNIFER MARYLAND CLARK. HOW MUCH DIRT DO I NEED TO PULL OUT IN FRONT OF THE INTERNATIONAL AUDIENCE BEFORE YOU STAND UP??" Nobody rose, if anything Jennifer slumped into her seat.

She glared at the crowd, a good minute later she waddled back to the stand. Awkwardly flicking it back on as she opened her phone loudly whispering.

"hmm, Jennifer Maryland Clark. Where have I heard that? Ah right. A political comedian who acrewed power in the public sphere by being a decent person and funny comedian. Hmmm. Max volume." Her fingers visibly moved fast, the video playing in full volume to the crowd. Even without visuals, it was fairly damning.

"JENNIFER. MARYLAND. CLARK. Mmhm, uh huh. That's a porn site. Not interested in a lawn mower. Uhhhh. Ooh. Wait..." The woman looked up at the screen above her, the projector, opened panel at her feet and wire lining all the way along the floor, wall and roof. Then the USB ports on the outside of the stand. Muttering to herself, she pulled out a charger, plugging in her phone as she typed something into it. "This might not work folks. Uhhh. Ah." The screen glitched, switching to what looked to be a custom app, lines of code written so that anyone with a brain could see the failed attempts and her entry point.

"alright folks. Let's start going through her work and pointing out. Every. Single. Typo." Spoke the voice, several minutes into the video. As Jennifer finally stood up.

"ALRIGHT. I STOOD UP!" She squealed, highly uncomfortable at the very excessive show.

"didn't need to shout. But, ok." She stated, pulling USB out the port as she put her phone down.

The hall remained in awkward silence, blushing. The brown haired woman looked at the Asian. "Ait. This is sufficiently awkward. Since nobody hasn't called security-" she glanced down at her watchless wrist, pausing. Realising she forgot to wear her watch and merely looked up. "- for the hour? I've been jabbering. Jennifer Maryland Clark."

The woman stiffened at her name.

"right. Closet gay. Yeah. You. You explain to this council,"

"and several million viewers."

"what-. ... Excuse me?" She looked down at John.

"climbing now."

"... What?"

"you heard me. The uh. Viewcount is rising."

"... Alright. CLOSET GAY. STAND STILL. DO NOT SIT DOWN." The woman froze, camera turning to her as the woman's tone snapped to calm.

"Right. Tell the whole world about why you decided to call me out when I was trying to take charge?" She said innocently, looking at her.

"uh- uh-"

"naturally. Soon i got escorted out, meeting ended a few hours later and then we noticed the fucking space fuckers dropped." Declared the deranged woman. Going onto a rant about the aliens.

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The room was silent, still even. It'd happened again, she was sure of it. Anger placated as the knight looked down to her. "who art thou child?" She drew blade, longer and stronger blocking her. Steel meeting flesh, fury falling to behind her. "Oh knight. Tell me. What are thous tenets?"

The knights looks at the girl, despite her small stature, a righteous fury blazed behind her eyes. He halted. Considering his words. "Protection. Loyalty." He decided, he chose not to say a third one. Since, well it didn't exactly apply.

Her head tilted. Definately happened again. She caressed the flames, heat flickering into her palm as the blades still held. "so tell me. Would a mistress of a home of those who'd lost those of older positions in a child's life were to abuse those impure. Would she be... Reprimanded? Would the children be moved? Or say our Knight Reginald and his inner circle of knights. If he... murdered someone. Or our Knight Orion, I'd he massacred entire communities of Hybrids. Would he per say lose his title? Be stripped of rank?" Her hand began fizzling with focused mana, energy coursing into a focused ball. She put it behind her.

The girl was clearly in rage. Lord Reginald. King Orion. They'd likely done those acts, I had not known. She'd glared at sister Mary when she mentioned the mistress. Perhaps this was a misunderstanding. But the scars and dead men said otherwise. I chose words carefully.

"if they deserved it. If those actions were true. Yes. Most likely.".

The man said his belief. The girl looked up her him. "Sir Michael. You hold the life of three of the primary figures within the Paladins on your hand. One in your company. Do you, under the order of God, agree to their punishments?"

This. Changed the dynamic. This girl didn't seem religious. Nor holy. He chose carefully.

"it is my belief, if the charges are true. Yes. They shall be committed."

That was all she needed to hear, wings. Larger than her frame could support gree out her back, knife in her hand growing and she herself morphing larger. Not quite towering, but growing older. The captain still sat on a chair. Watching and listening to it all. Large, dark skinned and with piercing blue eyes, an emissary for a far away land, he said nothing as hilts were grabbed.

She spoke in an older accent. She walked up, her shadow betraying her form. Then she asked questions, now she seemed ready to do what she implied. Ellie grabbed her shotgun, cocking her KS-23. Shells loaded, while the woman looked at the two by her side. Glaives raised to her sizable chest.

"lower your weapons. I'm here for the nun." She looked at sister Mary. Fear filling her as she recognised her. The scar on her arm, elongated but still showing the marks of the whip. The knife marks on her fingers, her legs strong but still marked by not faint cane beatings. Her face lightly stained with tear ducts. With a sword in one hand, her other glowing. A room of 12 knights ready to fight. Then the rest of the nuns all stepped back.

The women glowed, magic forcing limbs to bend and step away from the nun. They cried out protests, rushing to support their sister, to find they couldn't go near or stand close to anyone. Boxed behind the knights, the woman sighed. Looking at the two distracted guards. Stepping back, she drew her blade into a resting position. Molten iron fell to the ground, the weapon forged into the man's body. He barely looked down, noticing the molten metal. Before screaming and disintegrating. She drew a blade at the woman's neck. "Lower the weapon."

Blades dropped to the floor, several being reached. Firearms couldn't work against her, combustion would barely start before she'd rise her blade. Several stepped back, blocking the woman with their body and weapons. She looked at the twelve, swirling glaives, as it melted to the floor. The woman falling down into dust as she stepped into the molten iron. It rose upon her touch, metal shoes forming around her feet as she drew her blade once more. "So we dancing?"

Blades fell to the ground, metal cooling as she lifted the Head Sister with a flaming fist. The heat reached through her clothing. Then, she was gone.

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The girl's body went limp, hands clenching to fists as obscene gestures and swearing continued. One of the men reached for her body, only for the man to snap in half. "Don't fucking touch me." she stated, eyes blazing with rage as she stood up. One of the men pulled out a taser weapon, shocking the woman into submission. But it didn't work, the lightning crisped the man into ash. The woman swinging the stick and slamming the taser into her shoulder. Lightning crackling off her, striking the pervs to the ground. She slammed the men into the ground, swinging the metal pole into necks and dicks, breaking through bones and cartilage as she reached the wall of the pit. A crackle, and she began to climb the wall like a spider with red lightning appendages. Light glowing up the pit as the king squealed. Snapping his fingers, high energy plated tungsten alloy covering the grate electrified cover to the pit. A roar from below, the man breathing a sigh of relief as she quieted down. Then a flaming mass of demonic dragons blew through the top, blasting roof and runes breaking what was effectively an indestructible room. not that indestructible she thought, slamming her body through the man's throat after landing on her feet. She drew her blade, a longsword she'd swiped off the dying crime king. "Who's next?"

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"mercy?" She asked. Blade in hand as the security squealed off the blade. Light flashes, the guard thrown into the roof. "You cloned me." She glared at the priest. "for your protection!" "Oh no it fucking wasn't. It's quite normal, I'm just such an odd person you had to take a few more." "Well. We didnt-" "you completed the research in a month, spending the rest of the time creating all the technology this world has to offer." The man stammered the woman's eyes blazing with rage. "Well-" "AND NOT ONLY THAT, but you cloned my cousin into existence. Who I thought was dead, used her and made her into a weapon all while under the pretense of healing." "I- you're not wrong." "Oh don't get me started. Then she went crazy, so you had me hunt down my sister. You sick FUCK." Her voice slammed the elderly man into the golden sarcophagus, the empty box stunning the piers and other priests. "I charge you with abuser of God's word, peddler, pedophile, Satan's mouth and fucking bastard." She raised her hand. Flames crackling as runes filled the holy place. Satanic chanting, whispering and movements moved in. All bowing in reverence to the holy symbols as they drew blades. Each floating around her, melting as the gold held him down. "You- you can't do this! I'm the arch bishop. Chosen-" "not anymore. Saint Timothy the merciful the 44th, you have been excommunicated and stripped of your title, name, ranking and prestige." Stated the prayer boy nearby, the small black child growing as he stepped up the aisle. A divine warrior, scars covering his arms, eyes shimmering with divine wrath and disappointment. "Beta, ascendant of Hell, you may proceed with God's blessing." She smirked at the older angel. "didn't need his, just want to prove." She lifted the greatsword, dragon killing blade slicing the man into mush. "prove a point!"

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She put the flute down, silence filling the small room as I stared at her. "that- was that-"

"not a [no]." She tilted her head, considering how words. "one of our names, was the Light Black." She seemed to consider her words deeply before talking. "We were not the light. The good. We, weren't good. The good, well it wasn't our fault. But. That didn't mean it didn't hurt." Her voice cracked in many places, coughing before continuing. "she might, be. Your... Ancestor. But she could also-" I looked down at her. "so that's it then. A maybe ancestor." I gripped my face, stroking the beginnings of a beard. "Next then, let's try the next line." She nodded, standing as she opened the door.

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"did you really think it's be that simple?" She cackled, eyes blazing at the harem king. "bow, slut." He responded, the woman sighed. "every week. A new stud comes in, struts his sluts before dying. Do you wanna know why?" She waved her hand, the ground beneath them crumbling. "Master!" Hissed several of the slaves, raising magic and power to protect their master. The man's eyes grew wide, as the woman's true size revealed herself. A puppet, operated by a single finger. Strings reaching higher than his vision could allow. A man who had conquered worlds, his from the greatest was looking for a powerful slave. And he'd found one. He laughed, "that's it? You got bigger??" The woman sighed. "as always, people always see this as some grandiose gesture. It's not. It's called letting you see." Suddenly, the voice above was beside him, a blade stabbing into his neck. "how easy it is for you to fall." Green eyes blazing at him, as he swiped at her. "ooh, a 1%er?" She cackled, mist covering the surroundings as she laughed. "maybe I'll truly find my master." A slave drew a blade, screaming as her body melted into nothing. "shame though, never could find anyone who can match this bitch."

It was Hell, Hell in the sense his slave army was being beaten by someone that didn't have a plan. Countless times, his friends and family had struck her, bullet, projectiles, blades. Nothing seemed to hit her, but he had a crazy idea.

"hurrk"

"pathetic, I barely have any fun. The best of the best. The strongest harem king in existence and yet. Nothing close to even training level." Her green eyes crackle with mystic energy, "how long until mom gets here? I'm bored."

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Two men sat at a bar talking between themselves.

"You heard how the president's daughter vanished?"

"yeah, I heard it was because that Beta lady kidnapped her."

"mm, yes. And I've heard she's fucked her quite well."

The two men looked to the man behind them.

"pardon?"

"you didn't see her hair? It was," he howled slightly. "Quite a sex head." To prove his point, the brown haired man threw photos of the girl. The ebony girl wearing a loose fitting shirt, sweating, blushing and hair like she just woke up. The man sipped his drink as the two turned their backs.

"regardless, it's a bit strange. I mean. No one even know who she is or where she comes from."

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"Dan. Dan. Get up. There's a weird girl on the roof." Was not a list of things I'd think my sister would say to me I'm the middle of the night. But no, after dragging me up indeed there was a Asian girl on our roof looking up at. Well nothing. Pitch black sky, yet she was looking up and smiling as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world. Then she seemed to notice us. "Hello there. Beautiful night isn't it?" Jane stood atop of the observatory. "This is private property and several kilometres above the ground. How'd you get on here?" She had her taser on hand as the woman continued to look at me. "You've never seen the stars have you little one?" She smiled, looking up. "it's quite a beautiful sight." Ain't Jane rolled her eyes, stepping forward. "Alright, that's enough..." She trailed off a she stepped maybe a kilometre near the woman. She stepped back, landing on her behind as the woman continued to look around. Shimmering something's appeared beside her, then vanished. She looked at me, before grabbing her taser and pulling it out. "Alright. Hands in the-" suddenly, the taser broke into pieces falling to her feet. The girl's hand glowing with thousands of tiny lights shimmering. "No fighting." Stated the girl, still looking up at the sky. I walked over towards her, Jane reaching to stop me. But her hand didn't touch me. In fact, it went through me. "What on Earth?" She muttered, as the girl looked at her. "Oh, an adult. That's new. Most children I find are alone." She stated, seeming not fussed as the taser parts weren't. There?

The pair of them stood atop their building, I the intruder looking no doubt peculiarly. The woman stated "How are you here it's several kilometres from the ground." The woman tilted her head, staring up at the sky. "I jumped." "You jumped several metres above the ground." "Yes. I jumped several metres." The kid meanwhile say next to her. "What are you looking at?" The woman smiled, pointing up. "Let your eyes...adjust, look up but don't... Think." She stated, looking back up. "I... I don't see anything." "Do you?"

Her sis was gonna kill her. Not only was her son sitting next to what she could only presume was a ultra powerful hybrid, she was hypnotizing him and. He mind flurried, filling with thoughts as the woman stood up. Curly hair, a strong lithe body. She looked like one of the short astronauts they'd sent to Mars. She tapped her forehead. "Better?" She asked, 4"8 to her 5"0. While being shorter, she seemed calmer and for the first time without leaving the observatory or moving far off. She could see the stars. And not a couple dinky lights. The whole sky. Everywhere, small lights against a black sky. Horizon Wide, little lights filling her vision. "it's a shame. Y'know." Stated the panther woman, flexing her claws. She appeared naked, lazing in a tree behind little Dan. "It's a shame. My children or chosen can't see the stars anymore. Ancestors clouded by this technology, with my country. My country is one of the few places where you can have the modern world and see them. The Old Ones." There was a woman sitting directly behind Dan, a younger version of the panther girl playing with what appeared to be various feline, canine or fox people and animals. The woman nodded, red hair with leopard ears. Or what appeared to be, since they seemed to change as she talked in a French tinted accent. "This place. You can see the stars here because it is the ancestral place. And yet, this place appears clearer with that little one." The younger variant of the woman beside her giggled as the canines play fought. "Mmm. This realm. It's a mirror, a way to see the Old Ones. But her power. It's not much. Not much compared to you." The woman nodded, her eyes flickering like embers. "But compared to most. She's like a supernova. I'd like to request a masked name then." The woman shifted her head, yawning. "You know you don't have to ask. Bitch." She didn't say it demeaning, more begrudging. Like it were a title. The woman lightly snorts. "Oh I know. I just have principals, honour I suppose." She smiled and the illusion faded. The woman, well girl, looked older now. Fur covered snout sleek with gold eyes. "You've seen the shimmering message of the stars above. Here, it's not much but in your time of need it'll show you the stars. And save you when needed. But you can't draw strength nor should you study it." The woman looked at her. "Jane Jackson was it? I admire what you're doing, showing the next generation the stars and the past. But I'm afraid the past is long dead. While your efforts are much important, a war is coming. Death shall reign and peace will be established. True equality, not this. This system of lies and fakery. Mutual acceptance, or death. Do you wish to take the Dark and join in the Light?" The woman had a clear insignia, not a pin but a tattoo. Matted fur burned in the shape of a wolf. The Wolves.

The blonde gulped, clearing thinking it over. "I see Annie's kids think far too much." Stated a voice beside her, a fox headed woman making some kind of hard light puzzle for Dan. "Who-" then she saw the insignia on her shoulder. A collar with two eyes staring at her. Sharp and soft lines tattoed in the woman's shoulder. Not only that, but orange fur like a fox... "The second leader of the Bitches. Foxtrot." Stammered the woman, grabbing something behind her. The woman kicked her prostatic arm off. "It appears Percy's genes went more into Jean huh?" She stated, grabbing her remaining arm and holding her close. "Listen here. My daughter is looking for candidates to fill our ranks. Whatever the UEO says, we're not terrorists nor villains. We offered peace and each time they rejected it. It's not a war, it's a retribution. So either join us, or be left behind." Her eyes weren't blazing, but it was clear it was a simple warning. Accept the offer or... Well that was it wasn't it? They weren't terrorists, just tired. Her eyes had bags that couldn't be seen, but Jean always seemed tired yet energetic everytime they met. "Alright. I'm in." She stated, returning the hard stare. She returned it in kind, like the woman never had a hard stare to begin with. "Alright." She threw her a coin and for the first time in her life. She caught something unprepared. "Copy of the contract on the table, tap the top it'll pop out a knife. Contracts on the Wolf app on ever device. Good day." She reaches down, taking what had to be forty different puzzles from Dan. "Hmm, that's new." She stated, flicking her and and vanishing. Jane turned to the other girl who smiled. "Welcome to the team Starlight."

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The statement echoed through the small group. There was a hundred of them. All with experience in combat and each specialising in something. The woman shook as she held the remaining artefact, the one her ancestor carried to represent her people. "Now what?" Called a voice from above. The group turned to face their unofficial leader. The redheaded half cat woman leapt over the railing, feet hitting the ground with ease. "Now what? We've known our history is tainted in blood for ages, now we know the full extent. Now what?" Jean's voice found her. "What? My people-" "were massacred, that's been well established. But now what?" Her stare hardens. "What are you saying." The woman steps closer. "I'm saying, your people are dead. Now what?" "What are you talking about?"

The woman sighs, taking a seat. "Your people are dead. We know that, millions dead and what do you want to do now. Where you are in fact. Not dead." She stated, neither emotion nor sympathy in her voice. Jean trembled, "I dunno."[name] sighed.

"here's what I think your choices are. 1. We kill everyone. 2. We try piece. Or 3. We tell everyone. Make it clear this is our history, the legacy we've been left." The woman grabbed behind her, throwing her her mask. "You know how to make that thing work. You've got soldiers, resources. Power. You could make them pay. But, it's not really their fault. And they may not know. So if we reveal it to the world first. Well, who knows. But at least then you'll know more."