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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/18/2017 5:47:18 PM
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[i]with sudden poof a little girl appeared yard ahead them. She simply looked up at the towering twosome. The clear expression of terror was on the little girl's face like she was hiding something big like she knew more than she led on. Those bright blue eyes her's shone fear as the little girl looked at the two. The girl's name was arvira a fourteen year old stuck in a tiny childlike body that barely grew any at all. She was commonly once known as a demon child having being possessed but not by one but by three demons. But they had been exercised from her.
But she retained some there powers still ever since her rebirth from that black magic ritual that through her very sanity and morals into question. The child was wearing a simpe red and black dress with her blonde hair tied up. On her back was a impressive pair of giant scissors looking like they could cut through limb and bone with ease.[/i]
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[b]He smiled cruelly and wickedly. This girl was one he wouldn't have a single qualm with killing. Even if she was exorcized of her demons... The black magic that made them powerful was still there. And he couldn't let an evil person like that walk around, now could he? He smiles a little wider.[/b] "It's nice to meet you, child." [b]He suddenly raises his pistol up to her head, and pulls the trigger, laughing.[/b] "Or should I say [i]meat[/i] you?! No. I shouldn't. That was a bad joke." Huntress: "Ja."
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[i]This time would the second time she died this time would be a lot less violent than last time as first was agonizing torture as the cult that did that turned into what she had become. The girl didn't react other shed a single tear before he pulled the trigger. What was left one her body though was there for the taking which wasn't much. As there were girl's wicked scissors that surprisingly stained with blood who's blood though it mattered not but all it take though is cut from the scissors to be effected by a wound that would no longer close and the suffer would die in two days. These were cursed scissors. In her pocket was a strange cube covered purple symbols there meaning lost to any the would try and open it. But it was a strange feeling about that just had a feeling that something dwelled within it metal confines. [/i]
