His to Break , Mine to Burn ~~
Strings of fate ~~
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*come out of the club*
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*see left and right but see no one *
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*sense something wrong*
Attacker 1
*lounge at her with a knife*
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*grab his wrist in the mid-way*
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*yank him forward *
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*and slam his head into the wall*
Attacker 2
*lounge at her with a metal bat and swing towards her ribs*
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*before that sit down *
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*and grab an empty beer bottle from the trash *
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*smash it on his face*
Attacker 2
Aghhhh *scream and stumble back*
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*grab the bat from him *
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*twirl it and hit him with that on his knee*
Attacker 2
*blood spread all over the wall*
Attacker 2
*heavily breathing *
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*breathing heavily and turn towards the third one*
Attacker 3
*take out his gun form his pocket and point towards her *
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*fast enough to grab the gun before he could point at her *
Attacker 3
Ahhh... *struggling to get free from her grip*
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*bat in her hand and standing in the middle drench in blood*
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*sit on toes near the second man*
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Tell whoever sent you *dark voice*
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The blood lily doesn't kneel. We bloom in blood *whisper darkly*
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*Hit the bat on his hand*
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*back facing her *
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*turn around and mask fell down *
Daughter of betrayal.
Queen born not from silk sheets, but from ash, broken bone, and blood-soaked promises.
Leader of the Blood Lily — a phantom name whispered across the underworld, dismissed by most as nothing more than a myth.
A symbol of merciless vengeance — of power no man could ever hope to tame.
Her dark hair, once perfectly pinned for the night at Casanova, now cascaded wildly around her shoulders.
There was something feral about the way she stood — not just victorious — but unchained.
This, whispered the night.
This is the true face of the Blood Lily.
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