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(COMPLETE) Jester~

Lusia Abel was a normal(slightly insane) girl living a normal life, until she went through the worst day of her life and became something more, something dangerous. Now she sets out to live her life and have fun doing it, no matter how many people have to die along the way. After all, what's life without a little chaos? --- Its a Worm/Tokyo Ghoul crossover btw I have a discord if you're interested, https://discord.gg/Pj3Dttwses Also, If you make any fan art, I'll cum. There is also a Patreon if you want advance chapters or to just support me, I'd appreciate it greatly, but you don't have to, nothing will be exclusive to those who donate, just advanced by a few chapters. The links are below. patreon.com/user?u=41732867

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73 Interlude: James 'Donny' Mikaelson

A/N: God, I'm writing this when I'm a quarter through this chap, but this guy is such an asshole. I don't like him >:C

Also while I'm here, give me power stones, or money, that one is better.

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February 14th.

The day of Saint Valentine, which couples use as an excuse to get together and do something special, while the rest of us spend the day bemoaning our lack of love.

Well, that's what other people do anyway. I've never really been to put out by not finding 'the one', but that's fine. In my line of work, finding a relationship is unrealistic.

Even then, it's not something I spend a lot of time thinking about, since being single is the reason I can get laid any night I want with any woman I want. I am a Street Lord after all. Who will tell me no?

I can't believe people say that the life of crime doesn't pay out. I mean sure, it has it's downsides. Many, many downsides, but it has just as many upsides. The fat pay check is one of those upsides.

As for the second best part of this life? Well.

My eyes trail over the bombshell Hispanic beauty that just entered my favourite bar.

She's a new face 'round here. That much is obvious simply for the fact that I would recognise her is she wasn't. There's no way I'd forget a body like 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

She's waring a short leather jacket with some punk like spikes on the shoulders over a crop top that reveals her toned stomach that has the barest hint of abs showing through.

The jeans she wears are so tight I wouldn't be surprised if it blocked blood flow, but damn if it doesn't do wonders showing off her ass.

She also has some jewellery. Not enough to say she's rich, but enough to tell she likes piercings, from the rings in her ears to the stud in her belly button. I can even see her nipple piercings pushing against her shirt as she's clearly not wearing a bra.

Hell, if not for the fact that she went straight for the bar, I'd have thought that someone hired a pornstar as a whore.

From where I'm seated at the back end of the bar, I like my privacy, I watch as she quickly learns why there are no women here that aren't already attached to a man.

A couple guys get up before she makes it to the bar, I only recognise Enrique among them and I know he has no problem hitting a women so I assume the same is true for the guys he's with.

Everybody in the room already knows where this is going before Enrique even opens his mouth, but no one moves to intervene.

Why should they after all? It's her own damn fault for walking in here without knowing what she was getting into.

But, she is smoking hot, and I am here to get laid anyway, so I figure I could come in and play the 'Hero' despite the irony. Everyone here knows who I am anyway, so it's not like I'll even have to fight to get them to back off from the girl.

Enrique's boys start talking but I'm not close enough to hear what they're saying, however it doesn't take a genius to figure that whatever she said in response was the wrong thing to say as the boys quickly start getting more aggressive.

Well, that's my cue. Time to play Hero and get my well deserved reward of some good pussy.

Making my way through the bar, everyone who sees me coming moves to get out of my way while for everyone with their backs to me, all I need to do is push past them and the moment they see my face they also back off.

Man, it will never not be satisfying, having this kind of power over people.

By the time I reach the circle of men, they were probably just about to start a more.. forceful 'line of questioning', but I interrupt that by placing a hand on one of the guy's shoulders, Carlos I belatedly remember his name is, and pull him half around so he can see my face.

At first he seems annoyed that someone is pulling him around, but the moment we lock eyes that anger is immediately replaced by respect and fear.

We both know that it would only take me a thought to turn him into nothing, so the fear is expected, not to mention it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside.

"Come now ese, no need to be so rough on her." I say with a smile before turning to the woman who doesn't seem as afraid as someone in her position should be, instead she is simply looking curiously at me. "Why don't you join me instead of wasting your time with these fools?"

However, instead of taking the obvious olive branch, she just jams her hands into her jacket's pockets and rocks back on her heels.

"Fools?" It's odd that that is the part that she focuses on. "They aren't worthy of the name~ 'sides, imma have to pass thanks."

What?

"What?" I reflexively ask, dumbfounded by her unexpected response.

"I said no." She actually rolls her eyes at me. At 𝘮𝘦.

How 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 this dumb bitch refuse me and then have the gall to smirk at me.

"You know what?" My earlier smile is nowhere to be found, "never mind. You boys do what you want."

I take a step back from Carlos and lean back on a support beam while the boys all grow nasty smirks of their own. Interestingly enough, the woman is also smiling.

Let's see how long that bravado lasts.

One of the guys behind her walks up and raises his arm, intending to wrap it over her shoulders, only quick as a flash, she leans away from his arm, half spins as she takes her hands out of her pockets and launches a fist straight into his unexpecting face.

It hits him in the jaw with a dull thud and a nasty crack and he himself hits the floor not a moment later, his face fucked up and bloody.

The bar stills into silence as everyone's eyes move from the man knocked out cold on the ground to the woman and the bloody brass knuckle clenched in her hand.

Well now.~ This just got interesting.

But even with that, there are still six other dudes that are now much less happy with her.

Carlos leads this time, rushing forward and throwing a punch to her gut but she just slaps it aside and spins around, slamming her elbow into his temple which sends him crashing into the stools in front of the bar. Down but not out.

Having learned from the mistakes of those before them, the others don't try any of that one at a time shit.

Instead, the last guy behind her rushes forward, intending to tackle her to the ground while another two come from in front of her and slightly to the side.

She must have heard the guy coming from behind her because she takes two quick steps forward and grabs the arm of the guy to her right, who was faster than the one to her left, and she spins them both around, forcing his friend to back off from his swing and finishing by throwing the guy at the one trying to tackle her.

The both of them go down in a heap.

Lefty uses the close distance to throw a solid punch to her face, but she just tilts her head to avoid him and clocks him out just the same as the first guy, with a single blow to the jaw.

While the other two are still struggling to their feet, the only two men still standing, Enrique and Domonic, I think, move for her, both of them taking out a knife each.

Domonic slashes at her midsection and she takes a step back, quickly having to take another step to the side to avoid Enrique's knife.

That's when the two she threw to the ground get up behind her and rush forward. Yet, the moment they are about to attack her, she drops to the ground, kicks a leg out and spins a full circle, knocking the both of them and Domonic to the ground all at once, only Enrique being capable enough to actually dodge it.

She doesn't waste any time punching the two without knives in the face, not even bothering to get to her feet properly to do it.

I admire her resolve to keep those she puts down down. One thing that gives me mixed feelings though is the constant smile on her face that has only grown the more blood has been spilt.

Domonic manages to scramble to his feet by the time she's done with the other two but he doesn't get very far before she jumps at him, swinging a fearsome uppercut that might have just straight up killed him.

But it leaves her open to Enrique who launches a stab right at her centre mass.

Yet, everyone is left in shock as she 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦. By the 𝘵𝘪𝘱.

The knife clinks away from her hand, allowing us to see that she caught it on the part of the knuckle dusters that you have to hold onto, which is insanely impressive considering she did it all without so much as flinching.

At this point, it's no surprise when Enrique joins the others on the ground, but he should just be thankful that he's one of the ones groaning in pain, opposed to the ones who are not making any noise whatsoever.

It's at that point that Carlos get's his bearings back together, but after looking at all the bodies on the ground and then the woman standing above them all, panting but with blood covering her dusters as well as spatters of it all over her body. He makes the wise choice of raising his hands in surrender.

That causes her to huff out a chuckle, sounding as if she's barely out of breath. Like she went for a decently long jog, rather than just kicked the asses of seven real gangsters.

Without bothering with anything else, she continues walking for the bar, as if nothing happened and when she passes me she only spares me a quick glance and a few words.

"A Fool would have at least made me laugh."

This woman...

I 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 her.

Turning to the closest person to me, I give of a quick order for them to get this mess cleaned up and check if any of them died before I turn to follow the woman to the bar, taking the seat right next to her.

"That was some impressive fighting back there. Rough neighbourhood?" I ask, idly noting the dusters she still has on.

"You just left me, a poor, innocent woman to the tender mercies of some not very tender men. I don't think we're really at the 'sharing childhood stories' stage right now." Is her bland response, but that just makes me smile.

Because I get the feeling she isn't nearly as upset about it as she's letting on. Her smile during the fight should tell that enough by itself.

"Then let me make it up to you. Even us out so to speak."

She turns in her stool to face me directly an eyebrow raising to go with her smirk.

"Oh?~ I don't know~ I'm pretty traumatised.~ What exactly are you going to do to make up for that?~" It's pretty obvious that she's having fun with this, so I figure my chances of getting some good pussy aren't ruined after all.

"How 'bout I start by buying you a drink? And maybe you can give me a name in return?" She leans back slightly, resting an arm on the bar counter as she spends a moment simply looking at me.

Eventually she breaks the silence, sounding pleased with herself.

"Luluwa, but just call me Lulu and I'll have anything good you've got with tequila in it."

Luluwa huh? Strange name. Lulu has a nice ring to it though.

I wave down Micky and get him to make me my usual and her the strongest drink we have that has tequila, something she doesn't object to, just seeming to find it funny.

We don't say anything until the drinks arrive and even when they do, she doesn't reach for it, choosing to speak instead, curiosity lacing her voice.

"So. The way everyone 'round here keeps looking at you. Makes me think you're someone important or something. So who are you exactly?"

Her question makes me smile as I anticipate how she'll react. It's something of a open secret anyway.

Will she be scared? Realise that she might have fucked up? Or maybe she'll be turned on. Either way should be fun.

"Folk 'round here call me Donny, or just Don. As for why the respect? Well that's cuz I'm a Street Lord baby."

At first I thought she was reacting the fun way, turned on by my power. Only the capes in the gang get to actually call ourselves Lords after all.

But nothing could have prepared me for the words she spoke, whispered in a sultry voice so low I almost thought I misheard.

"Why be a Lord? Why not.. a King?"

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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!

Hehepoopoo things are happening that are more subtle than usual. I've decided that this half of the elite arc will be much more subtle and mysterious, so don't expect to understand everything that's going on until it's conclusion.

Then again, I don't think I'm that good at hiding things, so y'all can probably figure things out, especially if you know you're tokyo ghoul lore, Roma Hoito specifically.

I'm sure it's pretty obvious that Lucy from the chap before is Lusia, not exactly subtle. But who is this strange latina woman? Find out next time in Dra-*Cough**Cough* anyway.

Chap is slightly early, like the last one, cuz I got a haircut and I had to change my sleep schedule again so that I was actually awake when they were open lol.

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