[Story status- Completed]
"You have always been the joker of this gamble of lives my dear, and now is the time to use our Ace."
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To the world, she is an angel fallen from hell, but for him, she is a doll made of glass, and he is scared that...
(Extract from Mahishasur Mardini Stotram, Sanskrit language)
(Oh Goddess who decks herself with ornaments,On her throbbing limbs in the field of battle,When she gets her bow ready to fight, Oh Goddess , who killed her enemies, In the field of battle with a shining sword, And the shaking of her golden brown spots, Oh Goddess , who made the battle ground of the four fold army, In to a stage of drama with screaming little soldiers)
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A T H A L I A (Third person)
The conference hall went silent when they heard her heels kiking in, dressed in black, waiting for someone's funeral. Athalia was at the edge of her anger when she heard about her greatest enemy sailing a ship full of lust. Innocent girls.
She knew he would come back someday; she shouldn't have left him alive. Her gaze fixed on the radar, the captured ship was heading towards East Africa, Somalia, with dozens of kidnapped girls from all across the world. "It's dangerous," said Lewis. Her face creeped into a wicked smile, "For them."
"Let's stop by Bhagdad! It's Time to meet an old friend." Athalia ordered the captain. It's the time of fear the phsych inside her already have awaked. It's time for them to run, run for their life. She will drag each of them out of theirs caves and throw them to their graves, and rip out their flesh same as they rape the small girl. They are going to meet their Karma soon....
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"What's the problem, yeah? Why are you acting like the house is on fire?" Athalia said to Vivene, who was walking in frustration. Vivene pulled Athalia into a corner for a conversation. "You can't be serious; we can't do it without military help. It's like going to the mouth of death by yourself," complained a scared Vivene.
"Who says we are doing this without help? It's just that we are doing this illegally this time with an illegal friend," replied Athalia. She knows G.U.A.R.D policies are against executions, and if she wants to end this, he has to die; she has to kill him. "And who is the illegal friend, my dear?" asked Vivene.
"Me and my crew!" Maya, shedding her black hijab, removed the sand from her shoulders. The mafia princess, Maya, is known as the huntress of lechers-a perfect match for Athalia's mission. She is thirsty for blood. "It's time to feed the demons inside us."
"We have to kill this time without orders," she explained to a furious Vivene. "And Mr. Hanniel doesn't have any problems with this?" asked Vivene again.
