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Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

"From here on out, I'll only do what I want. What makes me Happy" After years at a dead-end job, Evian finally has enough and quits to pursue his passions but before he could even revel in his new freedom, tragedy struck and he became a creature of Decadence. Condemned to a life of devouring souls in exchange for strength, Evian is pulled out of the world he knew and made to possess the body of a namesake in a different world of Magic and all sorts of wonder. A world home to different races taking residency in their own separate corners of it. In this new world, Evian will find so many opportunities opened to him and it won't take long for him to begin to indulge in those opportunities. After all, Souls taste good but beauties- Beauties taste even better...

NatePrince · Fantasia
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246 Chs

Shut Up And Fight

-The Larnak Territory-

-Viyeen Complex-

Gryon fell to his knees as the sword was pulled out of his guts. In a precise move, Amira swung her blade and sliced his mask off his face with disdain for the very prospect of identity protection for the infidels.

Ember stirred on the floor. Her sword was still in her hand so she gripped it ready to move and attack again only to find the sharp tip of Amira's sword suddenly inches away from her face.

A quick flash of the weapon later and her mask was split and fell away causing her bright red hair to topple out, tangled/braided as it was. A perpetual frown on her face.

"Ember Lockheart-" Amira mumbled and then let out a light disparaging chuckle.

Despite how readily she had stabbed Gryon, their Order from Lord Herbert Larnak was to subdue and not to kill. Not entirely at least. There was something to be said about parading the Spear-heads of the Resistance and using them to squash any future dissidence.