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Ares was looking at Sophocles with his burning eyes of ember. "You're an interesting one I must admit that." He slowly started walking around the younger man. "You did not keel over like most of the battle hardened ones that pray for my blessings, and I do not sense even a drop of bloodlust in you. You're not a warrior?"

Sophocles simply shook his head, his dark eyes following the mountain of a god. "I am not. There are no rules for who can and cannot pray for you though, is there?" The last one was said a little slower, like he was not even sure himself about the rules.

Ares stopped his pacing a few feet in front. "No there is not." He confirmed. "We all bleed the same no matter who we are. So tell me, mortal. Why the need for a summons of the god of war?"

Sophocles straightened his back but did not look up from the ground for the gods eyes were said to be a death sentence. "I need a favor from you. Someone has challenged me in a duel, for he has said I offended his offer to marry one of his daughters."

Ares "Fair offer, so why not?" He mused. "It's not like you had to keep at it for the rest of your life without a divorce, or you can get a second or third wife if the first wasn't pretty enough."

Sophocles wanted to move but was forced to stand still. "It's not that, the girls are pretty and mother would be pleased but..."

Ares "spit it out boy. I don't have all day." The god started to tap his foot in irritation.

Sophocles "the marriage seems too forced and girls aren't my choice in love!" He finally shouted, his already dark complexion darkening even more but he didn't have time to be ashamed for the confession he just did because soon Ares was on him and grabbing him by his chin, hard.

"So you tell me," he whispered harshly now his burning eyes burning straight through Sophocles soul, making him sweat and shiver at the same time in fear. "You dragged me all the way here, into this pig shit smelling corner of a farm, to ask me to be your errand boy? Because you can't make yourself touch women with your pathetic dick, even if it would get you a good life?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation or avoiding the gods searching gaze.

Ares looked at him for a moment longer but eventually pushed the mortal away from him. "For fucks sake!" He cursed before rounding up on him once again. A light flashing on his side and now he was holding his trusted spear. "You're a brave man Sophocles. But I must decline."

He was about to speak but Ares held his hand to silence him. "I do not like you. I do not like being asked to do such a petty little things... But." He stood real close to Sophocles. "You don't seem to fear the gods as of now. You don't seem to truly even fear the fate you have been offered with a nice string on top. But somehow you fear that you're just going to end up as a pretty little breeding horse and remembered only as a beauty blessed by the gods."

Sophocles "What I am was not my choice. I was not born to be just a trophy to keep in a cage."

Ares looked at him from head to toes. "I cannot kill the man, if that was your question. Gods aren't allowed to just do the business of men whenever. I cannot kill without a reason and I won't kill without it benefitting me." He looked at the sunset that was already kissing the sea. "So what do you offer me, mortal? I will tell you what I can do for you if the offer pleases me."

Sophocles was silent for a long moment. Watching the crashing waves and the pink sky above. "I can write a poem for you." He finally said.

Ares turned his head and laughed. "A poem? What the fuck I would benefit from a poem?"

"For Aphrodite." Sophocles said, smiling from seeing Ares tensing his shoulders. "You love her. You've always loved her but you pretend you don't."

Ares "shut up."

Sophocles "But like you've said it yourself, you're the god of war and showing fear is for the weak."

Ares "I said shut up."

Sophocles ignored the order and took a step forward. "And Aphrodite is being pursued by everyone but you're just her little fuck buddy."

Ares "I said shut the fuck up!!" He finally roared, pointing the end of his spear straight at Sophocles throat.

"It's not just my looks that people admire me." He swallowed drawing a drop of blood where the spear touched his skin. "For a small fee I've made many to confess to their loved one. Words if written from the heart, make an impact worthy of even the cupids arrow."

There was a long, silent standoff between the two. But in the end Ares lowered his spear. "What is it you wish me to do, Sophocles?"

"I want to borrow your aura, just for an hour at tops."

Ares squinted his brow. "To scare the old man away? Why not just kill the man and be done with it? I could give you a moment of heartlessness or take your feelings away."

Sophocles shook his head. "I am a poet not a killer. I do not want that weight on my heart."

"You do understand that you cannot always run from the fight, yes? Someday the fight will come to your door and it will not leave before you open it."

Sophocles nodded in understanding. "Yes it might yet come to me, but that day is not tomorrow."

"Okay. I can honor your choice to choose to fight another day. But I must ask that when that day comes you have to sacrifice something in my name." He held his free hand that wasn't holding the spear towards him and they clasped hands. There was a sudden tremor in the land below their feet and a tingling feeling in Sophocles palm.

Ares "I will come to see the fight before dawn breaks. The others won't see me but you will. I will brush past you before it happens and I will give you what you asked for 30 seconds, no more no less. The longer it would last the more my powers would flow to you and your human body would not handle that. You must end what you want before my aura will come back to me. Because then you will collapse in the end and the old man will take it as a weakness and kill you on the spot."

"I understand. Thank you" Sophocles bowed deeply.

Ares scoffed, turning away, into a cloud of smoke but before he disappeared he shouted over his shoulder. "I will collect what was promised in a fortnight. Break a leg." And he was gone with the wind.

Oc Sophocles and Ares from @take-my-soul-if

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Ramón walking in the apartment, stopping just before the bathroom door because he heard a noise. Its Lucas, but who the fuck is he sweet talking to and throwing compliments at?? He opens the door to see Lucas just finger gunning and winking at his reflection in the mirror before screaming bloody murder at his entering.

Ramón: what the fuck are you doing in here?

Lucas still catching up from a heart attack: don't you know how to knock??

Ramón: were you just talking to the mirror?

Lucas: and what if I was?? That's none of your business anyway.

Ramón stepping closer: it is if it tells me that my buddy is losing his mind without me knowing.

Lucas: Am I not allowed to look into the mirror in my own house?

Ramón: what even were you so damn focused o.... *His eyes catch up with his brain and he snatches Luca's chin with his hand and looks closer. His lips twist up just a tiny pit while his thumb is caressing the scratching start of a ginger beard that covers Luca's lower jaw and cheeks.

Ramón: a beard huh? *He chuckles and lets him finally pat his hand away. Where you admiring your new face then?

Lucas: shut up. Its been months when we got out. This is progress on recovery.

Ramón: no no I wasn't making fun of you. He reassures him. I like it tho. Didn't know you even had the red gene on you. Makes you look less like a baby face now. *He dodges the hairbrush thrown at him and laughs himself out of the room, but not before the tinge of blushing he sees on Lucas ears.

My oc Lucas and Ramón from @neonbyte-if

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Lore dumpster fire for my oc Mateo and Akuji.

In reality Mateo was never in control of his demon leash. He only thinks he is but that's what Akuji is good at, manipulation and he lets himself to be lead. (Also pretty lazy)

Mateo has really bad sleeping habits. Either for overworking, stress, pain, and of course Akuji.

When he hasn't been sleeping for days on end he is easier to lull into sleepytown. This is when Akuji can take the controls and go outside without his owner never knowing the better.

While Mateo has hidden his monster under a thick layer of lies, smiles and work. Akuji has been roaming around and getting to enjoy his freedom at last without constantly being yelled at. (3 years in prison with Mateo were like torture isolated yet again for he didn't once go out of the man's head. for the safety of other prisoners like Mateo liked to remind them.)

He usually avoids fighting on his own for it is not his body that would get hurt. But sometimes the fight finds him nonetheless and he will either fight or run away. He's also easily annoyed if push comes to shove, the animal in him doesn't forget.

Mateo has called him his evil twin but he doesn't know how close that is to the truth. Neither of them make bad choices just because they enjoy making the other suffer.

While Mateo tries to hide his demon from the world and the people around for fear of him and akuji hurting others, he also does it because he knows the deep hate coursing through Akuji's soul, towards humans who had allowed its death without mercy.

Akuji on the other hand/paw wants to keep Mateo away from the monster side of this world. He had saved him from the deep sickness still in his body and Mateo had saved him from eternity of loneliness inside a box.

They are the two sides of one coin. They might fight each other but they also keep the other alive in their own weird way.

@tricitymonsters

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The morning after telling Akello about Akuji.

Tiny story about Akello from @tricitymonsters and my oc Mateo

Mateo was already awake long before his lover emerged from his small bedroom. He didn't need to turn to sense Akello standing awkwardly in the kitchen's doorway, filling it with his wide shoulders, like a perfect puzzle piece completing the whole picture.

It already hurt him to know Akello was about to speak to him so he distracted himself by sipping his coffee. But the words "Hi sweets." made him face the man, surprised, because it was said so carefully.

"Morning" he said back, after getting his eyes focused on anything else than his face. "There's more coffee on the counter and some bacon and eggs on the plate in the fridge."

"You're awake awfully early." Akello mused taking a seat right across from him, ignoring what he had just said about breakfast.

'So it begins,' the giddy voice in his head laughed at his crumbling facade to be angry. He ignores it.

"Never really been able to sleep past 4am. The leg usually starts to hurt like clockwork and when I wake up, Akuji doesn't shut up either."

He finally lifted his gaze to the man sitting in front of him Akello didn't say anything like he already knew that long enough silence would do his work for him, and he was right.

It was of course only the second time Mateo had ever mentioned the demon's name out loud, but he forced the word out like a bad taste.

'Less hiding, more talking, we are secret no more. Now let's show him and you open up my door.' Akuji's voice sings to Mateo in whisper like a lullaby but it only makes him bristle and hiss to it.

The sudden sound makes Akello jump a little, even if he had watched Mateo's face the whole time and seeing the hollow gaze that came upon them.

"Did he speak to you?" Akello asked, immediately interested in seeing this new exchange between Mateo and the other one. When they had talked about this last night his first thought had been that it was just a multiple personality disorder. But seeing this would be an insensitive topic for Mateo, Akello didn't wanna push too hard on it.

Mateo was now covering his face, mumbling under his breath things that might have been curse words or nothing at all. Akello lifted his hand carefully from the table and touched Mateo's face, feeling him stiffen he gently took hold of his jaw and lifted it so they were again seeing eye to eye.

"You can talk to me, you know," Akello smiled. "Just focus on me and don't mind the other one."

"Its not like I could ever shut him up." Mateo said trying to not push himself away again. "He doesn't like you, you know?"

Akello blinked in surprise but was happy he got him to talk. "You or the dog?" He asked, making Mateo snort.

He was hesitant but keeping secrets for 6 years would make anyone hesitate to tell about you had a second form and a second mind inside your head. So he ignored the growling he was hearing and let his head rest against Akello's large hand holding his cheek and keeping him in the moment.

"You remember how we met?

"In the alleyway and I had accidentally broken your leg. Yeah I'm still sorry about all that." Akello was sincere even now feeling bad he might have accidentally broken Mateo's already bad leg, making it even worse.

"When you flung us... I mean me up to the rooftops. Akuji was too stunned to say a word for two whole hours."

"Yeah, I've made you speechless too." Akello grinned but Mateo shook his head.

"It's not just that, Akello. He doesn't like you because you made us both forget our contract."

"You said something about heartbeat, right? That it was what would trigger Akuji if you were in danger?"

Mateo nodded. "Akuji works like an airbag in a car accident. He is always ready if my life is threatened or I get jumped in a dark street."

'You can't deny that I keep us alive.' He nodded again like it had been Akello speaking and not the demon.

"He's angry because he didn't have the chance to save me that time. And when you showed up he was even more confused about who to fight against."

"So he doesn't want to lose control over the situation." Akello answered, now knowing more and more about Mateo and his friend he had yet not seen. Then a thought occurred to him, making his mouth twitch up just a tiny bit. "What about during sex?"

Mateo flushed even darker, his eyes focusing and unfocusing, mind fighting itself over words that Akello didn't hear, but when his lover finally let out a sigh he knew who had won.

"His only argument is that we are supposed to be on top."

And that if anything made them both laugh like nothing ever would.

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Yeah I had to make him look more like a werewolf dog spirit thing because if he would have looked just like a normal dog like in the Inugami legend I would have felt weird. So now he can both stand like a human/werewolf and run and be an animal without it looking bad. And i think a werewolf hybrid looks more scary than just some big dog ghost.

For the game @tricitymonsters

I present to you my OC and his second personality of a monster form.

Name: Mateo Morrell

Age: 37

Sexuality: Bisexual

About: Son of a well known business man and a retired actress. Got in a lot of trouble in his younger years fighting everyone he disliked, but after getting a diagnosis for bone cancer in his left leg and getting years of treatment for it he calmed down and started acting like an adult his parents would be proud of. Even if his cancer is no more the treatment and several surgeries ruined some muscle on his leg so he must now use a walking cane to support him. Has commitment issues so avoids lasting relationships like the plague.

Name: Akuji

Demon, spirit: Inugami dog spirit who made a deal with Mateo on his vacation and combined their souls and spirit so he could take it away from the place it had been buried for hundreds of years.

As it happens the dog that turned into the Inugami are killed by beheading by humans. So Akuji now having a second chance in life through the body of Mateo has to still show in their monster form the blood from its life before.

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For the game @tricitymonsters

I present to you my OC and his second personality of a monster form.

Name: Mateo Morrell

Age: 37

Sexuality: Bisexual

About: Son of a well known business man and a retired actress. Got in a lot of trouble in his younger years fighting everyone he disliked, but after getting a diagnosis for bone cancer in his left leg and getting years of treatment for it he calmed down and started acting like an adult his parents would be proud of. Even if his cancer is no more the treatment and several surgeries ruined some muscle on his leg so he must now use a walking cane to support him. Has commitment issues so avoids lasting relationships like the plague.

Name: Akuji

Demon, spirit: Inugami dog spirit who made a deal with Mateo on his vacation and combined their souls and spirit so he could take it away from the place it had been buried for hundreds of years.

As it happens the dog that turned into the Inugami are killed by beheading by humans. So Akuji now having a second chance in life through the body of Mateo has to still show in their monster form the blood from its life before.

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But when the dry season comes without a warning, taking away the livelihood of everyone who has ever laughed at you. You are suddenly the richest person in the kingdom. And what do you do with all that wealth? You keep on giving still to the dragon and all the poor who need it.

Whenever you visit the dragon’s lair, you give some treasure instead of taking some. People think you are crazy for doing this.

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"The truth is," Bob says behind the camera, taking a long drag from his cigar. "I have never even seen the kid perform. So why do you people keep haunting me with his stupid show?"

"His stream Bob, they are called streams." The interviewer corrected him once again.

Bob just made a noise like he had heard him but did not take it into his brain. "Do you know how many TV's, tablets and computers i have in my basement. 17, and each one is still in their original box. I haven't even watched tv in like 26 years!"

"Why don't you just sell them?"

Bob huffed. "Do you think i haven't tried? If i ever sell one, two more will appear on my front porch the next day! It's like I'm a lone Hercules and i try to kill my hydra."

"What about your phone, you still seem to have that at least." The interviewer asked hopefully seeing the phone sized lump in the man's front pocket.

But his hope drained away as fast as it had begun when the determined simpleton fished it out and onto the counter.

Bob grinned like a mad man when the other man's face turned ashen from utter disgust.

"It's my old trusted Nokia." The man almost sang to him in delight. "It has no internet and has only the most basic things a man could need to use."

The interviewer felt sick to his stomach seeing that thing in this day and age. Already regretting this rare opportunity to have a private interview with the only man out of touch with modern society.

He needed to get out and wash away all that this man represented. And drown in the sound of the most important streamers voice in his headphones forgetting that this never even happened.

"I think we are done with this interview Bob." He finally said, collecting his bag and pen but stopped when Bob too rose from his chair, clearing his throat.

"Do you mind telling that Stevenson brick a message from me?"

The other man blinked a few times before opening his notebook once again, eager to hear what he would say.

"Tell him that our Dad said he is a coward and a fool."

The pen dropped from his grip and hit the floor before his mouth or brain had time to process those words. But when he did the only words he could call out were: "What the fuck?!!"

“But before we start this video, only 99.9999% of people watching right now are subscribed, so please consider subscribing. Bob, please just Sub. You are literally the only one who isn’t.”

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In reality the "impenetrable prison" was harder to get inside than out.

A group of volunteer heroes and villains had to beg, bribe and manipulate their way before even getting to the first layer of security gates.

Even if some of the members had given up long before they were desperate enough to continue to their target. It was a worldwide emergency.

In a special made room, all the way the other side of the facility, sat a man eating peacefully a plate of fruit slices. The guard that just left the room had been kind enough to deliver to him.

There was some faraway shouting and sound of some unfortunate souls getting tased but he ignored all distractions to read his nearby floating book. Until, of course someone just had to come knocking loudly onto his metal door.

He tried to ignore it but it came again even louder so he lowered the plate before calling the guests in.

First a guard he didn't remember ever seeing here poked his head through the door, then he was replaced by a larger head count, that could have been mistaken to be a hydra.

The room made itself larger just to fit them all in when the guests figured the person within wouldn't attack them immediately.

"Oh, guests! I seem to be a very lucky and popular today. Come in, come in have a seat." He beckoned them in and as he counted the heads five chairs appeared from thin air.

"Is your name The black dot?" One of the heroes went straight to the point. Not even sitting down to the very comfortable armchair behind him.

"Once," the man in question answered.

"So the rumors are true then? you're truly as tamed as a lamb."

Without lifting a finger, the hero's mouth started to burst with blood. His companions freaked out and jumped back up from their seats but as they all were about to shout to the guards the bloodied hero collapsed to the floor wheezing and spitting his mouth empty and still alive.

When he had collected himself again all their eyes turned back to the prisoner, eating his fruits again.

"Now that you have witnessed that i could still kill every last one of you without the guards standing behind every wall this room has being any the wiser. I would advise to only talk when spoken to."

The black dot crossed his arms and sat more straight in his own leather seat. "What brings you all here? not counting that bad mouthed one, of course. You, the girl with glasses, speak." He pointed one of them.

"Me? Oh... Well we need your help." The young villain answered hoping not to get treated like Malakai who tried to hide his face in shame.

"Usually, when people get put in here they are here until they die. So to ask a dead man for help I'm interested to hear more."

"Have you seen the news?"

"Do you see any TV's in this room?" He answered in turn."

They looked around each other and the oldest of the bunch took the lead to tell him why they were here.

The world’s most powerful superhero have gone rogue. All the remaining heroes and villains are helpless on their own. So they must free the hero’s greatest enemy, who is sealed away in a supposedly impenetrable prison.

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"Hello, welcome to Wendy's. What can I get for yo...?"

"Loki!"

"Oh gods! You again?. Why do you keep tormenting me every single day?!"

"Tormenting?" Thor asked, like it wasn't an repeating question between the two of them.

"Cannot I just come see my dear brother at his work?"

"No." Loki crumpled but took his order he already knew by heart.

"You know..." Thor leaned onto the counter to talk more privately, even if everyone inside and outside the store heard his booming voice. "Father just wants to keep his eye on you while he still can, but I, your favorite brother..."

"My only brother."

"...Want to come visit you of my own free will!" He continued.

"And family discount on food." Loki added.

"That too! You make the most excellent sandwiches in all of Midgard."

Even if anyone could do the same food for Thor for five years straight without going mad. He secretly felt proud he could do something right for once. Even if the sandwiches tasted awful for all the other customers but never for Thor.

"Go eat, big guy. I take my lunch break in five."

"I'll wait for you then." Thor promised then walked to where he always sat, right by the window that you could see into the women's gym across the road. Like father like son.

"So how is that old bastard, not dead yet i presume?" Loki slumped like an exhausted teenager between the wall and table.

His brother already shoveling the third sandwich into his mouth that loki had snatched from the grill, while he himself just drank his cup of coffee.

"Mom still won't let him back to Asgard after what he did." Thor answered between bites.

"Well, he is old so he sits with all the other old people for punishment." Loki confirmed what they both though. "Should have not cheated again, that old fool. Mother can keep her anger longer that he can stay alive."

"I still can't understand why he keeps doing it. Mother is a wonderful woman, isn't that enough?!"

Loki was about to open his big mouth to say something but swallowed it back down to not hurt his slower wit brother.

He had had the argument before and the most awkward conversation about safe sex, but Thor never grasped the idea that Midgardians could get pregnant without loki himself keeping taps on his brothers lovers.

"Don't worry about Odin, brother. That old man might still have his charms but i doubt his age isn't far behind. Loki reassured him, hoping for the best and for his brother not to follow too much on his father's footsteps.

Unbeknown to most, the Norse gods are still among us. Thor is a grumpy personal trainer, Freya is a successful influencer. Quite a few of the dwarves are top level sysadmins. But what about Loki?

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You shoot the hero's leg without a pause or time to think it through. His screem of surprise and agony gets the attention of that pesky news reporter thats been sniffing around like bloodhound.

The hero leaps forward and grabs the collar of your suit, staring into your unflinching eyes with his flaming own. "The fuck was that about, huh?!" He hisses and his breath smell like the burning of his powers within.

"Just business my friend. We got company." Before the here has his chance to pummel you to ground for real this time, an awkward clearing of ones throat stops them both so their eyes land on the small woman standing behind them.

"Yeah, Hi!" She waves her hand. "My name is Hope. I'm working with the city news. Would it be possible to have an short interview with the both of you?"

"Don't you see I'm little bit busy at the the moment." The hero drawls, his eyes hopping between you and her, still hurting from the bullet wound.

"Of course the Great Hero is always busy with the Villain and saving the world and whatnot. But I saw you two talking from the distance so i thought to myself, well if life gives you lemons you gotta make lemon cakes."

"Isn't the saying 'to make lemonade'?" You ask, faking confused and feel now the fist on your throat telling you to shut up.

"Oh, yes. But i hate lemonade." The womans voice drops like stone between them and the Hero gets his wit's back again. Lifting you off the ground effortlessly by your now ruined shirt collar.

"Before I can give an interview," the hero smiles to the woman. "Would it be possible for me to take this slimy weasel to my personal prison cell first?"

Your struggles to unhand yourself stop mid the hero's sentence and you murmur under you breath, "you're joking right?"

His hold tightens and the smile is ever so too evil for your liking before he answers to the both of you. "Of course he usually slithers away back to freedom in few hours but i think the interview ends before that, do you think?"

"If this means i can see your lair, i think i can cut some questions and corners along the way." The woman beams like a lighthouse.

You feel the sick drop in your stomach when the hero says. "Perfect, you just need to wait in the lobby so i can get this one setled into his new room." And he shakes you around like a doll to make it obvious who he was talking about.

You (a supervillain) and a superhero actually work together to help the city. In one fight, the damage to a building forced the owner to bring it up to code. In another, your conflict “accidentally” exposed crimes that were getting swept under the rug. Someone’s pieced it all together, though.

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Time travelers have a secret code for those that have gotten stuck between the curtain's of time. So whoever finds them knows that they need rescuing.

You have just captured an enemy soldier who's helmet has in bold letters written that secret code word. The only problem is... You aren't a time traveler that came to rescue them.

But how you know the secret code then? Well, you capture and kill time travelers for a living.

Who in their right mind would refuse the hefty sum the military pays you for every head you deliver to them.

Work is work and you have bills to pay.

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"Please, I'm begging you!"

"No take backs." You smiled at the poor fellow crying for you. "You wanted to trade so you have to live with your choice."

"But you tricked me!" It screamed. "You never told me that the name is cursed."

"Too bad it isn't my problem anymore." You mused.

"But, but... I cannot even go back to the realm of my people! I'm as cursed as name you've given me. You must take it back, please! I can give anything you want, just take it back." It was now sobbing, its big green eyes watering down its face.

"Thats why I gave it away so willingly. Your people really should think more about the contracts you try to put onto humans." You stood up and looked down upon the fae.

"So now that I'm finally free of the people that have been throwing rocks at me for years. I'm going to a restaurant and eat the most expensive steak they have, and I will watch and laugh when the people finally find your hiding place."

The fae tried to cling to the leg of your pants but you shook them off. "I have no sympathy for any who trick people who don't know the rules of supernatural beings. So this is revenge for all those who have suffered because of you."

A witch cursed your name to be hated for all of eternity. So of course, the first thing you do is willingly give it to a fae.

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"Come on! Just tell me what you want. Gold? Diamonds? Knowledge? Just say the words." The young boy wizard pleaded while you stomped away as fast as you could.

"Leave me alone, I won't help any of you jerks. I already told you again and again!" You shouted back at him.

There was a sudden flash of light and he was standing in your way, blocking the hall. "You could literally have anything you ever desired," he smiled, with a little twinkle in his eyes. He leaned toward you face and whispered into your ear "Anything at all, sweetheart."

You swung your leg back and hard into his manhood. He groaned on impact and fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. She stepped over him and continued her way to the library.

On the last corner she turned her head back to the fallen idiot and looked straight towards the other kids that had been following her too and said.

"If one of you ever comes near me without my permission I will not hesitate to put rat poison into every food in this god forsaken institute." And with that said, you walked to the nearest door and slammed it shut after you.

Everyone knows a supernatural high schooler needs a silly normal sidekick to go on adventures with them. But as the only “normal” kid in a school full of superheroes, wizards, vampires, etc. you’ve finally had enough being everyone’s comic relief.

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"Who do you think you are?" The man sneered.

You wiped the blood from your nose with the back of your hand and leaned forward, almost nose to nose to him and whispered. "I'm the king of fucking France."

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"Great things have been done, when men's head been crushed with a stone."

"Never heard of that saying, who said that?"

"Me, bitch!"

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"A captain goes down with his ship. This we know as the age old rule. Yes? But the best captain, well he must help the crew get out first for a good crew is harder to find than ten well build ships."

"What about a good captain, isn't he worth saving too?" The young cabin boy asked.

"No, why would he? If he steers the ship into the rocks, he can damn well die with his own mistakes."