(TO BE REWRITTEN SOON)
𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺.
Born out of sadness and despair, demonic beings known as "Outcasts" seek to corrupt human souls, posing a threat to humanity's innocence. Raia Allen, a remorseless warrior and healer...
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The two women at the Cimmerian's table stagger away from her, their pupils dilating with fear.
"Who dared to hurt me?" The sharp voice of the Cimmerian reverberates throughout the hall like thunder. A look of great bitterness sweeps across her face, and she shoves the table upwards. Small plates and teacups shatter on the hard floor, accompanied by the women's shrieks. Everyone in the room jumps out of their seats in horror.
The cloud of smoke that encircled her dissipates. The hall falls into a deafening silence as they stare at her. The person they once knew has changed.
No longer human.
Tea has stained her rosy ball gown and white opera gloves. Her face contorts in rage, and her eyes flash with rapacious malignancy. She pants heavily as she darts her eyes around, her chilling and dark aura sending shivers down their spines. Then her gaze falls on Raia. She points a finger in her direction.
"It's you!" the Cimmerian growls. "It's all your fault. You Aragons are always getting into other people's business!"
"What's going on in here?" the King bellows as he rises from his seat, but no one responds. Everyone else is as perplexed as he is.
Raia's features darken. "It's my job to interfere in your business." A flash of light bursts from her necklace as it transforms into a flaming longsword. "Answer my call, Raphael."
The Cimmerian leaps back, increasing the distance between herself and Raia.
"Finally!" Nathan exclaims. He leans out from the stone pillar, a wide grin on his face. He reaches out a hand to touch the silver cross earring dangling from his left ear. "The long wait is finally over. Answer my call, Vlad."
The silver jewelry brightens and takes on the shape of a long, narrow object. As the light fades, a deep crimson cross-shaped spear appears, emitting strong invisible energy.
"All right, let's get the show started." Nathan's lips twitch with a smirk.
"You ruined everything!" the Cimmerian snarls. She raises her hand and snaps her fingers. The sound echoes around the hall, and soft-looking transparent balls of varying sizes appear over her head.
A collective gasp rings in the air as the people stare wide-eyed at the scene in front of them.
The Aragons take a stance and clutch their Blessings.
Raia narrows her eyes as she leans forward, taking a defensive stance.
The Cimmerian bares her teeth and points a finger in her direction. "Suffer."
The bubbles above her head sweep out in all directions. Before any of the Aragons can react, Nathan throws his spear. The weapon flies through the air like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the bubbles in a single rotation. Nathan then leaps to his feet and grabs his spear from the air. His eyes light up with excitement as he spins his weapon around.
