Warning: Broken leg
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BANG!
A sharp, explosive sound erupted from beneath the ground, jolting the earth. A small cat intrigued, they approached the disturbance, a strange green light emanating from the right catching their attention. As they drew closer, a cloud of dust obscured their vision. A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.
Peering through the swirling particles, they were met with a terrifying sight. A colossal, enraged purple bull stood before them, its eyes burning with fury. "The little thief has stolen from me again! I will not be undone by an insect!" it roared, its voice echoing through the cavernous space.
A sudden hush fell over the scene as faint whispers and a mesmerizing blue glow emanated from the exact spot where DBK had slammed his fist. Intrigued, he turned his head toward the disturbance, his eyes widening at the sight of the ethereal blue light seeping up from the cracked earth.
DBK knelt, his eyes fixed on the widening crack in the ground. The blue glow intensified, pulsating with an otherworldly energy. A low, guttural chuckle escaped his lips "Now that... is power..."
'Power.'
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Dáinn's place
Dáinn stood amidst a sea of pink, glitter, and frills. The soft, melodic tunes playing overhead seemed oddly out of place for him to be there.
Dáinn's hands moved with an unexpected grace as he plucked dresses from the racks. A swirl of pink, blue, and yellow filled his arms. The once imposing figure now resembles a human flower bouquet. His gaze was intense and critical. Each dress was held up to the light, examined with a surgeon's precision.
Dáinn desperately sought a model to visualize the dresses. His gaze fell upon a white mannequin, its height eerily similar to his master's.
He draped the pastel yellow dress, adorned with a vibrant sunflower motif, onto the mannequin. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he awarded it a generous 9/10. Yet, a flicker of dissatisfaction remained.
Dáinn tried the pink cold-shoulder lace dress, adorned with a delicate floral pattern, and was expertly draped on the mannequin. Dáinn's eyes lit up with admiration as he bestowed another 9/10 rating.
With a final flourish, he draped the last dress onto the mannequin. The white gown, adorned with dramatic, puffed sleeves, transformed the lifeless form.
A grin spread across Dáinn's face as he imagined his master's delight. "Master will surely adore the dresses I've selected!" he exclaimed, an invisible tail wagging with excitement. Determined to win approval, Dáinn decided to purchase them all. Each dress was a potential masterpiece, a stroke of luck to win his master's approval.
Dáinn clutched the shopping bags, navigating the bustling crowd. A world of laughter and joy unfolded before him as people shopped and strolled. A thought occurred to him 'Does Master have friends? It's odd I've never seen her with companions.'
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Bai He was startled by a sudden sneeze that erupted from her chest. She glanced around her apartment, her eyes scanning the empty rooms. A puzzled frown creased her brow as she muttered, "Strange. I could have sworn someone was talking about me."
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Demon Butler !SLOW UPDATE!
Fanfic⁴ ᴶᵘˡⁱ ²⁰²² 𝐃á𝐢𝐧𝐧 is a demon butler, trying to find a new Master to serve after he'd gotten bored living his life alone. He found his new master, a young girl who goes by the name Bai He. It's a beautiful name, isn't it? Follow Dáinn, The Demon...
