Apexus saw the two women in his life approach with none of the happiness he would normally have. His head was hanging in shame, his eyes widened at the damage Reysha had taken. Aclysia was allowed to reach the slime and soon all three of them were cowering in the shadow of the hound Kurlesh, who snarled, then hesitated and lowered his head to sniff at Reysha’s arm like Terlash had earlier.
The slime wanted to push the creature back, but remained entirely at the mercy of Apotho and his demons. Nothing he could have done would do more than inconvenience those things that weren’t allowed to kill him.
The Warlock was currently busy directing Terlash to scratch lines into the pavement. They were in the large plaza between the fortress that walled the city off from the Stem and the many guild buildings. Most of the city had obeyed the evacuation order, the few people that remained weren’t foolish enough to approach the demonic abominations roaming their city.
Taking a break from that work, Apotho walked over to them. “Ah, Reysha, dear Reysha,” he mused, Aclysia and Apexus moving to protect the tiger girl. “Oh please, she is the only one you don’t need to protect from me. Unlike you two, she obeyed me,” with a gesture of his hand, he commanded Kurlesh to force the lovers off the tiger girl. With the remaining two arms, it made Reysha sit upright and turned the ashen-bone arm upward. The sorry remains of her shoulder joint played along.
“What are going to do with?” Apexus hated that the nervousness and anger caused his speech to fall into a deeply false sentence structure again. Laughing at this, Apotho inspected the tiger girl closely. That the slime was unable to formulate proper sentences was deeply amusing to the Warlock.
“I told you, she obeyed me,” Apotho told her. “And I reward those who please me. Kurlesh, separate her arm at the shoulder. Then feed her your blood.”
“No!” Aclysia shouted out, leaving Apexus confused. He had eaten a demon, nothing bad had come from that. “What reward is death?”
“As you command, Master,” the Deathhound ignored all of that, and ripped off the arm as one would off a chicken. Then it bit into its own arm and pressed the wound against Reysha’s mouth.
“Drink,” Apotho stated, his voice unnatural Charisma that could even convince someone of a mindless state. Although it burned in her mouth and throat, Reysha drank. “It does its job wonderfully, doesn’t it, the potion?” the Warlock rolled his neck, made an unhappy face as the stiffness persisted. “It’s a real shame I didn’t have those better ingredients. I could have made her my puppet for a good while. That chance is ruined now. The next time she uses a potion of this variety, it will do less. Certainly not enough to shackle her will reliably for a long stretch of time. Such are the costs of opportunity.”
Aclysia stopped struggling when the socket of Reysha’s arm slowly stopped bleeding. Kneeling with some trouble, his age catching up again after the troubles of the day, Apotho extended his right hand towards the wound. His fingers moved in conjuring motions and his mouth moved, nonsensical words escaping his mouth.
The blood no longer flowed. A black liquid oozed out instead, followed Apotho’s guidance. “This is something greater than miracles,” the grey-haired man stated. “It’s power grown from understanding the world. She has been afflicted with Noir, is able to absorb all kinds of physical mana that should be poisonous to humans. I am a Warlock that has mastered all schools of my Class. Manipulating the blood of a demon is easy to me. Witness my reward.”
The blood began to branch out. In meticulous and slow work, Apotho created a network of veins. Then he created bones, sinews, muscles, fat and finally skin. After half an hour of work, Reysha had received a new arm. Not some monstrous thing, at least not apparently, it looked exactly like the rest of her, down to the dark tiger stripes on her brown skin. Only a pale scar on her brown skin at the base of her shoulder, where the old limb had been ripped out, was left as evidence of what had happened.
When he got up, he stretched, and old bones cracked and creaked. The plaza was filled with people now, forced back into the city by Purlesk and Turlesh. Many had still escaped, scattered into the woods while the demons had hunted the masses. Less than half of the population of Haralry was driven back into the city. Still, a mass of thousands. Herded like sheep by the Deathhounds so overwhelmingly strong that no resistance could be met with success.
A few guards and adventurers, however, had the idea that the old man that seemed to be their summoner was a different story. Storming at Apotho when they saw an opening, they did not know that this endeavour was even more futile.
Apotho took a deep breath as he was encircled. He raised a hand to show the Deathhound’s they could stand back. The adventurers closed in. A snap of his fingers and a shockwave rippled out from the Warlock’s skin, stretching three metres out in a crimson red. It passed through the adventurers, exiting their bodies in a pale green. The magic was now saturated with lifeforce, returning to Apotho and sinking back inside him as the assailants fell dead to his feet.
“Lifepulse Inversion,” the Warlock lectured whoever would listen with the aura of superiority. “Still as useful against weak masses as ever.” His voice was now firmer than before and a hint of red seemed to show from his hair. The dozen people he had just killed had shaved another few years off his age. “LISTEN!” he shouted.
“Lisssssten,” each Deathhound screeched loudly, repeating their master’s statement so that everyone on the plaza would hear. Although Apotho’s voice already carried further than it should, this did serve to reinforce the message.
“I don’t enjoy slaughtering you like cattle, I have much better things to do. Play along and you will meet your end quickly, don’t and…” Apotho gesture at a random woman in the crowd. All the demons but Kurlesh leapt at her. Twelve clawed arms tore the woman to shreds in the most torturous slowness that three demons could. Although that was still quite a quick death, the blood-chilling screams left no doubt that this was not how anyone wanted to go. The messy way in which they devoured her afterwards didn’t help. Turlesh carefully cracked open the chest and picked out the heart for himself, while the other two indiscriminately devoured whatever they could.
Afterwards, the people were compliant. Traumatized and unable to process things properly, they were directed to stand in certain places. For three hours, people were directed to stand here or there. They couldn’t sit, they had to wait and everyone who attempted to disobey was torn to shreds in the most gruesome manner imaginable.
The only people spared from this were children. Those under the age of 13 were put aside, gathered in the centre of the plaza along with Apotho, and the trio. Aclysia and Apexus were just watching, still not knowing what their fate would be. They did, however, realize what was going on.
Apotho was making another summoning circle. Rather than draw it into the stone, he made the sacrifices themselves form the lines with their bodies. Thousands of people, forced to shape runes and circles. When the Warlock was finally happy, he picked up Reysha’s former arm and cracked open the molten hand.
The die-like gem it had clutched fell into his palm and he held it up toward the sun. “Then let us finalize my requiem,” Apotho announced and channelled power into the gem. It absorbed power, more and more power, more than a Cardinal could have ever given, more than any one man should have had. In the first place, this gem had been a possession of Apotho that preceded his mental split. Gizmo had appropriated it for his cause, but now it would serve its original purpose again.
The gem exploded, a myriad of tiny shards scattering through the air in a thin layer. They coalesced above the heads of the sacrifices and created a second, proper layer of lines. All of them were directed towards Apotho. For a moment, it looked beautiful. The shards glittered like tiny stars in the daylight. Then they glowed with infernal power and a greed for more. The massive circle screeched and the golden light of the sun was overpowered by green as thousands of people were deprived of their lifeforce at the same time.
Apotho laughed manically as it all flowed towards him, entering his body. His spine straightened, the frail body under the robe expanded, lean muscles returned. More and more hair grew from his almost bald head, turned a bloody red, and grew until it reached his shoulders in a combed back tide. Age spots shrunk and vanished, making room to smooth, pale skin.
The rejuvenated man gripped the brown robe that Gizmo had loved for its simpleness and tore it from his body like a prison. Nothing of the loose skin and wrinkles remained, only a body at the prime of youth with defined muscles. A man of clear beauty, charisma, yet with a sinister look in his light blue eyes.
And in the distance, there was that giggle again. “Ah, my lover has returned to me,” the sultry voice gasped as the people collapsed. It was a painless death, as Apotho had promised. Deprived of all lifeforce, they crumbled and what hit the floor was nothing but dust and empty clothes. The man of Deathless Greed redirected the flow of energy into an invisible point in the air.
“Stop watching, Jolene, and show yourself,” the Warlock demanded, “You have watched long enough to see if I succeed.” His command was heeded. A hole tore open, the shape of an eye. A red, flat piece of distorted reality, with a pale, slit pupil. A pupil that reshaped itself moment by moment into the shape of a woman.
Legs swung out of the portal, pale skin parting a black dress. They gave rise to an alluring figure, wide hips, narrow waist and an ample bosom, all hidden under that black satin. Although her body was attractive beyond realistic means, her face was absolute perfection. Everything was symmetrical, everything looked perfect. Her pale skin seemed to glow from within, auburn locks framed her face and green eyes looked with a longing at everything.
So intense was this that even Apexus felt a shiver of desire even as this woman landed gracefully in the dust of thousands. The ritual concluded; the particles of the gem streamed towards this woman. The particles formed the nails of her hands, of her feet and the sharp swing of her eyelashes. Obsidian black around the red of her sclera. Deep red lips parted in a seductive smile.
“You were always powerful, my Master,” she sighed and bowed. Every movement she made was so smooth, one could get the impression her body was made for that singular movement. Yet, she continued to defy expectations. Her bow became a kneel, her hands raised, and on her palms materialized a staff of dark grey metal. One end was sharpened, the other a sculpture of runes caging a hovering crystal of crimson red. “Your staff.”
“I am pleased that you kept watch over it for all this time,” Apotho said as he gripped it. The physical form he had rejuvenated seemed to ripple as the magic inside him reawakened as well. The dust that covered the pavement was blown as he took a sharp, triumphant breath. “I live again!”
“Empressss,” the Deathhounds carefully crawled towards Jolene, making big eyes. Suddenly they seemed just like a bunch of dogs, unsure how to behave now that the hand that fed them had returned.
“Kurlesh!” she let out a joyful squeal, stroking the head of the creature. “Terlash, Purlesk! Turlesh! You should talk more, my little one,” she was not much taller than the average woman, yet the Empress seemed to be the superior of these monstrosities. She laughed, without any menace in her voice. One by one, she scratched and patted each of the lesser demons, reducing them to the behaviour of puppies. “You’re still all so adorable,” she whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Somehow, she didn’t get any of the blood and guts on herself, no matter how much affection she gave the Tharnatos class demons.
She laughed as they vied for her attention. It was a clear sound, the look on her face was innocent, motherly. Only the red surrounding her irises and the sharp shape of her teeth betrayed her demonic nature.
“Oh, but what do we have here?” Jolene walked over to the trio of Apexus, Aclysia and Reysha. Aside from them, it was only the group of children that still filled the plaza. Crying silently, they stared at the clothes that were scattered over the ground in the sacrificial pattern. Every step was a farmgirls hop, was a lady’s stride, was a courtesan’s call. She kneeled down in front of Apexus and smiled. It was like the breath of late summer, after the first early autumn rains had fallen.
Apexus was struck by it. It seemed warm, seemed to promise times of growth, but underneath he could faintly sense the rot of wet wood, eroded by heavy rain and intense heat. Seeing her up close like this, her beauty peeled away. Her face was gorgeous. The hand she stretched out towards Apexus was a grotesquely warped thing with pulsating veins under black skin and nails thin and long like needles.
The same perfection of her movements now closed in on Apexus’ chest. She could reach through his membrane, his bones, his mass and to his nucleus effortlessly. One simple grasp and that would be it. Somehow, he didn’t feel like struggling. Indeed, the slime found himself thinking that it would feel good if it was her.
“Stop,” Apotho commanded and Jolene stayed her hand. Suddenly, it was just long, elegant fingers that reached out to the slime. Turning around, the Empress looked at her Master with a raised eyebrow. There was a silent communication, then, cheerfully, Jolene jumped to her feet.
“Of course, my beloved, I will obey,” she said and turned to the children instead. “Look at you, my astray sheep,” Jolene chirped, walking over. “I will show you a new world of opportunities, my darlings.”
Apotho stepped in front of the trio on his own. He had put on a new robe at some point. It was black, decorated all over with little things and embroidery. Not a bit of it was simple and it was more valuable than the entirety of the Leaf could afford. One last time, he attempted to at least hurt the slime, but all efforts were met with a blocked flow of power. Gizmo was silent. Apotho wasn’t even sure if he was still there.
“This is where we part then, Apexus,” the Warlock announced, his voice deep and pleasant. “Your punishment is delayed, thanks to the splinter yet stuck in my mind.” He looked over all three of them and grinned, his teeth were perfectly aligned and white. “I will leave you with your women. Savour the time you have left, with them. One day, when I feel like remembering something as worthless as my time on this Leaf again, and I realize that I have not ended your insignificant existence, I will rip everything from you. I have the power.”
As if that needed to be proven, he gestured with his staff at the surroundings. At the children that Jolene had lulled into a happy herd that followed her, at the dust and the ghost town surrounding them. At the hounds. At the Empress herself.
“Wherever you hide, I can find you. Be aware of that. One day, I will come and end you.”
He turned and walked away from this Leaf without any more care.
That was... something.
I honestly would have preffered if the arm stayed lost, at least for a while. Adventure time comes to mind in this case. I overall like this darker note the story took. While i personaly dislike the trope of ancient more or less insane evil that is evil for evils sake, at least the hero is not destined to kill it for destiny's sake but if at all only for survival. Apothos way of clinging to life is evil cause it is the easy way, instrad of taking Monster and animal life force, something he admited, i believe, would also work just not as well.
While i expect this to change our heroes i dirly pleade that we dont get a constent "this is all my fault" and "I should just leave" angst from this. Neither from reysha nor mhili. I also look forward to the MC maybe trying to grow a brain. His massive Naivite is a bit of a sore spot. Than again i love his pro life attitude. him learning is a good thing and that can only happen when he is dumb to begin with. I am looking forward to new evolutions and new shinanigans on a new leaf.
What were you expecting from a literal two year old? One who basically just learned the very basics of how to "people" within the last few months(?)
As someone who was DM in a very similar story (locked vindictive goddess, misguided queen following the dramatic script of titania, rebels, hidden wizards in the dark and stupid players), i love this development.
Gizmos interventions is quite literally the GM fiat to continue the story, and its great.
Crossing fingers that it keeps up as this all the way to the end.
Thanks for the chapter!
Welp, never mind, the demoness did not join Apexus.
Anyway, I liked the ending to this arc.
I wonder what will happen to Mehily. Obtaining the powers of an Inquisitor is likely, but will she become one? I don't think so.
Apexus has a long road before he can defeat Apotho. Oh I just noticed both start with "Ap", was that on purpose?
Gizmo can stop him from killing Apex every time but couldn't get out 3 words in fight with Cardinal "Can't kill you" and the whole fight could have gone different.
That's comparing apples to oranges on at least two levels.
One, it has already been shown that Gizmo's influence is petering out and that Apotho is in command whenever he wants to be, particularly in conversation. At one occassion, Gizmo broke through but only because Apotho let him. This was when he was talking to Apexus, Aclysia and Reysha, the former two he has way more emotional investment in.
Speaking of emotional investment, that's two. Gizmo has no connection to the Cardinal. Aside from general compassion, which isn't strong enough to overcome Apotho. Gizmo hasn't been actively trying to keep Apotho from killing Aclysia and Apexus. Its a remnant splinter of his emotions within Apotho that keeps it from happening. Its a passive effect.
Fundamentally, I also don't know what those words would have changed?
I don't get how him saying that would make rhe outcome any different
I don't like this story anymore its not fun at all its just miserable
Apothos orders hounds to bring back the three together, while aware that he can not kill them. As if he has some other purpose to them. Yet he just leaves them be. This makes exactly zero sense.
Embed trauma in 2, give reward to the 1 - It's not complicated what he wanted to do. It's completely in line with his character.
Oh man.....what a dramatic and suspenseful end that left Apexus hanging.
Time bought by the miniscule presence of old man Gizmo left :(
What the? That was..... Disappointing
This story has turned into complete garbage. We didn't need a forced 'hero loses because the plot requires it' story. Every shitty author already takes that route. I hoped this story would be good but you had to take the easy and trashy route like so many idiots on this site. f*ck this story and f*ck you for wasting my time and a good story idea.
Wasn't forced.
Alright for you to not like it, but please stick to the facts. The construction of it may not have been as elegant as it could have been, but this is the logical end result of a chain of events in which everyone acted in character. Thus, the word "forced" is inaccurate. Forced would be Apexus somehow winning once Apotho gets out, because he is the protag.
Shitty authors tend just as much to write tropey power fantasies in which nothing ever goes wrong. Please don't put all of us in one corner, we can be awful in many different ways. :P
Love that you talk about it as if its over. We all know that losses always mean that nothing good ever happens in the story again. Thanks for informing me that Harry Potter ended when Snape killed Dumbledore.
Again, ya can dislike this all ya want, I have no way or right to tell you what you like to read. But if you're being a cunt, I'll be a sarcastic d*ck right back at ya :P
@Funatic Forced is making the villain leave the protag and crew alive. His alter ego couldn't save the people he killed but can prevent him from killing or maiming three people? BS deus ex machina on that.
Forced is making the other two MC's continue to put up with the crazy bit*h and her actions that repeatedly put them in hot water. That entire relationship was based on 'sticking your d*ck in crazy' and it nearly gets them and others killed multiple times, yet the other two never kick her ass out of the party and continue to blindly trust the insane bit*h because why? The protag gets to dip his wick? You never gave any relationship building that showed why the fairy gave a f*ck about this chick and never built up the MC's relationship with her past the f*ck buddies stage. There was zero reality in that entire scenario. Real people don't just gloss over a crazy person nearly getting them killed and continue spending time around said crazy person and trusting them. You wrote this crazy bit*h into this story entirely for this pay-off and for no other reason otherwise her relationship with them would have been WAY more developed.
@coldpyr0 Two people. Gizmo saves two people. Two people that he has a direct relationship with. In fact, the ONLY two people he had any prolonged contact with in several hundred years (Prolonged contact being several months). Gizmo could have conceivably saved everyone else, had it not been for the continued degradation of his mental wards.
Reysha isn't saved by Gizmo, she is saved because Apotho doesnt think of her as a threat and rewarding her just shows how far he is above everyone else. Apotho had never any interest in killing her in the first place, but he could have, because Gizmo does not have the same bond.
All of this is in the chapters and set-up in advance. Deus-ex Machina does not apply.
Please stick to the facts :P
@Funatic The facts of your story is that you wrote everything up to this point for a cliche 'hero loses to the villain' and 'the villain was your friend' overused and hack plot lines. You did not put enough effort into convincing the audience of these things, the relationship did not feel like they spent months together because you yada yada'd your way through their relationship building so you could rush into introducing the crazy bit*h and writing a forced convenience on her joining the crew and staying with the crew with zero emotional payoff. You built nothing into the story on the main two having an emotional connection to the crazy bit*h, in fact, you built the exact opposite yet forced her to stay in the party anyway for this shitty forced plotline. Everything else may make sense in your head, but the whole existence of the crazy idiot was for this forced plotline and it shows. You did not consider or develop any reason for the duo to continue traveling with and trusting her after she nearly gets them killed in a dungeon and showing no effort to change. That is what is called forced, you forced the third person to join the crew that clearly no one else had enough of a connection with to continue putting up with their bullshit. Snape wasn't a forced character that was shoved into the story just to kill Dumbledore, he was an existing character with weight and story behind him. Not what should have been a background character, because that is how much effort you put into building her relationship with the audience and convincing them that a rational person would let her f*cking stay.
@coldpyr0 ...There is just so much wrong with that take on Reysha, it's hilarious really. xD
First off, what actions are you talking about? When it comes to her former party getting spared, Reysha's murderous solution would have probably spared them a lot of trouble. It's actually Aclysia that causes their detriment here. When it comes to this finale, Reysha did all of this under the impression that Apexus is dead. Aclysia, on the other hand, is an angel and basically immortal.
Second off, it is entirely fair to say, from Apexus' perspective, the source of their relationship was that he found her attractive. Its not fair to say that I never developed her relationship with Apexus and Aclysia. That is ignoring the finale of White Wood and all the banter shown throughout the Hunt. You may say I didn't do it well enough, but to say I didn't at all is categorically incorrect.
Third off, I like that you can just universally call what is realistic behavior or not. I didn't know we had the arbiter of all human relationships on this site.
Fourth, and this is the funniest thing of it all, "Real people don't just gloss over a crazy person nearly getting them killed". This is absolutely HILARIOUS because this actually hasn't happened. This is referencing your own head-canon you stated at the start of the paragraph. Love watching the loops happening.
Fifth, not quite as funny, the reason why I introduced Reysha into the story is because I wanted a sexy tiger girl. What she would then go on to do was entirely a result of the question "What would this character do?". If you would read the author's not, you would know that I didn't plan this story out as well as I could have because I was trying my hand at discovery writing, which created a load of ACTUAL problems in the story telling you could identify. My personal favourite (read: the most aggregious thing) was when Reysha invaded the church and I had to explain why that was easier the deeper she got while she got deeper in.
Instead ya make sh*t up.
Again, my dude, feel free to drop this story. If its not for you, its not for you, thats fine.
Just stick to what is actually on the page please :D
@coldpyr0 *munches on popcorn*
@Funatic You had a good story and a great concept but beat me over the head with an underdeveloped and over connected mentally ill person that you forced into your story. Too many authors use the mentally unstable as a crutch to push their plotlines by having the main characters gloss over or ignore their mental issues and very few have managed to make it work. Mostly because they leave the mental patient as a background character where the MC does not have enough time or connection to address it. Yet you forced her into the MC's party and still had them ignore it and not attempt to address it. The party issue was not Aclysia's fault because she explicitly told the mental patient to meet them first, yet they continued to keep her around after her selfish actions got them caught and then later got them injured because they couldn't stop arguing and destroying the team balance. You forced the MC into just putting a stop to the argument instead of addressing the issue and placing the blame on the one who caused the entire encounter with her selfish actions. That is what destroyed your story and made this entire final plotline forced. You forced the MC into ignoring her mental issues by either not addressing them or by not removing her from the group.
@coldpyr0 @coldpyr0 *Holds up a 10 sign*
Impressive mental gymnastics.
Now, let's lead with the admission. Yes, Reysha did indeed make a mistake by engaging in her desires. Congratulations, you remembered that correctly.
Sadly, everything after that is... quite contrived.
First, you completely remove the agency from Reysha's old party. They are people too, you know, they could have reacted differently. Blaming Reysha for someone else's aggression is pretty odd.
Second off, you completely miss the point of what I actually said about Aclysia's responsibility. It wasn't encountering the party that was her fault, it was how they handled them. May I remind you that Reysha would have actually taken care of the "problem" if she had been on her own?
Third off:
"Yet you forced her into the MC's party and still had them ignore it and not attempt to address it."
vs
"[...]keep her around after her selfish actions got them caught and then later got them injured because they couldn't stop arguing and destroying the team balance"
Pick one, are they not holding her accountable or are they holding her too much to account? I think you want to make the point that they didn't admonish her strongly enough, which is entirely subjective. As far as to what happened in the story, not only did they have the fight, the fight was also resolved with Reysha admitting she almost did anything despicable and Aclysia admitting that she may be too soft.
It was this thing called a bonding moment. Of course this story doesn't have those, in your mind, so it couldn't have been that.
"Even if it exists, It was a sh*t bonding moment tho!"
Okay, maybe. That is a different conversation.
Please do read something that caters more to your tastes then, since you clearly struggle to actually recall what I wrote. Take up something simple and fun. I recommend Sword Art Online or Fairy Tail. Love Fairy Tail. Flawed as all hell, but a lot of fun.
Also a tip in general argumentation: Telling me what the goal of my story was or that I destroyed it is emberassing. For the former, you would need to be able to read my mind. You can't. For the latter, you are making an objective statement that requires quite a bit of data and back up. Then again, you seem to have difficulty separating your subjective viewpoints from objective flaws in the story structure.
We can end this whenever you want. This is great afternoon entertainment for me. Of all the critics I had in my day, all of the inaccurate accusations and 'I don't like so = bad' arguments, you are by far the funniest.
Or we could try to have an amicable discussion. Whenever you are willing to drop the overblown doomsday rhetoric, I can drop the sarcastic asshole persona.
Love ya <3
@Funatic Sword Art Online is garbage, the author has zero understanding on how games function, or even how relationships work. Fairy Tail is the typical feel-good 'friendship always wins' story that is enjoyable but hard to continue past a few books of the same events. I read plenty of stories where the MC does not always win, but at least the characters are well built and the author doesn't do mental gymnastics to excuse the MC from leaving a deranged party member in their group without addressing it. Simply coming to a middle-ground on who is at fault addressed nothing of the underlying issue. Blaming her former party doesn't fix it since they already KNEW how her former party would react and they KNEW that they needed to get in without being seen. The entire scenario is her fault and her fault alone. You would have a leg to stand on if her former party found them after they met up, but they found them purely because she could not respect her teammates. This entire scenario rests solely on her shoulders and I am willing to bet you make the others not hold her to account for the countless people her actions killed because of pity. Pick a lane, either the story isn't about the hero beating things with friends or it is. Pick reality or touchy-feely, because you can't have both a hero loses and a hero takes pity on the idiot who got hundreds killed. 100% you won't kill her off and her existence is a stain on your story's enjoyment and realism.
@coldpyr0 Hilarious xD
Nothing else to say, since you simple repeated previous wrong statements.
Wow you got absolutely rolled and then end up talking about completely different shit. Classic as f*ck
@coldpyr0 obviously you don't realise that having s*x with others means a certain bonding and ability to look past faults. And the fact that you are trolling @funatic is even more hilarious as you have no idea how the story line is laid out and can only guess. Most authors only have a basic idea and sometimes the characters almost take on a life of their own.
@coldpyr0 you're kind of making mo sense here and just being a d*ck for no reason lmao
@HereForThePlot Nice job commenting on a convo over a year old, molesting corpses is a crime my friend.
@coldpyr0 bro best watch yourself, I'll suck your d*ck