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𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 1 ; 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 1 ⸝⸝ ꒰ new beginnings 🪽 ⁞ ˎˊ˗
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Thump, Thump, Thump. [Y/N]'s heart roared in her chest as she pushed herself against the grimy, wet brick wall behind her. Her chest rose up and down with every exhausted breath, her legs shook as if they were gonna give in at any moment. A hand was wrapped around a dagger, specifically a dagger made of angelic steel. The blade had spots of red scattered on the sharp edges— blood. The Angel had blood on herself as well— golden blood that seeped through every slash. Scratches decorated her once clear and delicate skin, along with marks that would soon turn into bruises, painting her body in a watercolor like fashion. Her [H/C] hair was a mess, falling every which way.
"Fuck this," she muttered to herself between breaths, her eyes closing shut in pain as she slowly slid down the wall, forcing herself to ignore the gross feeling of the wet floor on her bottom. At this point she didn't care— she couldn't care, for her body was about to collapse if she didn't sit. A few seconds of silence have passed, a few seconds of peace. Her breathing slowly managed to regulate itself, and her face loses the tension she once wore.
It wasn't until she heard a small noise to her right, and then a feminine voice whispering "Holy shit," did her eyes snap open as she inhaled sharply. Slowly, she moved her head to where she heard the whispering words, only for a lanky arachnid demon to pop into view. They had a pure white complexion that looked more like fur, pink dots under their eyes that acted as freckles. Said eyes were different colors, one sclera being white with a pink iris, and the other sclera being black instead. Their face was contorted in... fear? Curiosity? Either way, they showed no signs of attacking, but [Y/N] didn't want to risk it.
The blade she once had in her hand was set aside as she slid down, and so she quickly went to reach for it when—
Click.
She froze in place, slowly looking back up to see a gun barrel aimed right at her forehead. The creature from before was the one holding it. She didn't even see or hear them pull out a gun— where did it even come from?
