STRANGErs In The Night

Chapter 12: Thirsty Sword Lesbians

(a/n if youre reading rhis strange pls font
kill me I don't mean to overstep boundaries with the title its a referrenc)

A crowd of nuns gathered in a circle to watch the God their qurrn destroy this strange infidel. at the edce of the circle, Girlgruel prepared to use her power as the patron god of the asteriond belt once known as venus to help her Maker.

STRANGE held her rapier hesitantly before her, the darkensss that had aided her (to a certain extent) before nowhere to be found. Before her, the queen fell into a perfect [] stance. Strange gulped.

Abby looked at her erstwhile fried thoughtfully, her classically rendered black eyes meeting DTRANGEs vibrant green orbs. Strange, thought Abby, was as always, a mystery wrapped in an enigma in the shape of a goth lesbian.

"it doesn't have to be like this! ' STRnge blurted.

"What?"

"We don't have to fight. I dontn want to kill you.'

"But what if I kill you? you aren't considering that, Dark Angel".

"Oh.", said strange. "Oh, you can't kill me. See, I'm already dead. In fact,  I've been dead for 57 slutty, slutty centuryes."

"Well," said the Queen resilutely. "i can do my best, to banish you from both this world and my mind."

Abby flicked out her rapier, catching STRANGE off guard. The tumblr witch yelped as a cut was inflicted on her shoulder. Retreating hastily, STRANGE fell instinctively into a[defensive stance].

"Hold on.", she said. "Can we BAktrack a bit? why are you thinking about me in the first place?"

The Queen blushed. "The thoughts of deities and royalty is of no concern to you.", she stated authoritarianly.

And the queen attacked with the air of someone trying to drown a great many thoughts which they hold in low regard (tht is to say with reckless abandon). However, this was the reckless abandon of one who has trained for centuries with the sword., So it was still with deadly precision that Abby lunged at strange.

"Shit!" ,said STRANGE vehemently as she scuttled backwards, oushing into the croed of nuns to escape the shining blade.

Seeing that her Maker was in trouble, the God of Venus decided this was probably the time to deus out of some machines, and she called upon the power of the evening star, and as she pulled STRANGE ÆONS back from the crowd, Girlgruel summoned a cloud of Oil of Vitriol upon the cultists of the conservative.

The basic nuns Nd slightly more elite Sisters of Mercy fell to the floor alike, screaming and clutching at chemical burns. Abby vanished from view as the cloud spread

Girlgruel blinked her third eye as she floated thru the air, pulling strange along with her tail/torso as she did. She felt no remorse— after all, these were the same zealots who had destroyed her home and peuople.

Strange and girlgruel ran out the f ront entrance of the station, booking it down the steps into the night As a yellowish cloud of sulphur (a/n nasa says Venus has a sky that's sulfur yelkow I don't care that h2so4 is clourless) rolled down the steps after them.

sudfenly, doloures bells tolled louder than the beat of thunder, shaking the ancient railroad station to its foundation and cracking its marble steps. Half a second later, the station exploded in a orbical blast of blinding light. STRANGE andb Gilrgruel were thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the clouds if sulpphuric acid were bernt up or something. Getting back onto her feet, strange looked behind her and saw, rising from the bones of Grand Central, The Queen, resplendent in her fury, obsidian eyes incandescent with rage.