No one
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🎶 Rather die on my feet,
Than live life on my knees!
If I gotta die in these streets,
Pussy dem fi know we nah leave in peace.
When mi ride pon mi bloodclaaat enemies,
We a leave dem wid bloodclaat tragedies!
Dem fi know seh, Tommy Lee a G!
Destiny, tell di whole a dem a who yuh be...
Mi a di Spartan Goddess!
Mi a di bloodclaat baddest!
When mi step pon di road wiid mi bloodclaat Calist!
Dem fi know seh Sparta don't romp.
To the Spartan Gods, alone, mi give thanks!
Some bwoy dem a freak!
An a gwaan like dem a killer!
Run off dem mout' like a bloodclaat choir!
An a pree gyal pussy like a fuckin vampire!
Destiny a represent fi di Spartan Empire!🎶
"The Baddest" Tommy Lee Sparta feat. Destiny
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Adam in humanoid form stumbled from the woods on the old backroad of Bankshire.
Rosalia grunted in frustration and attempted to send her Maniae after him, only to feel no presence. She cautiously raised her hands to feel her hair... a normal large afro sat atop her head and her expression transformed into one of horror.
Adam laughed cruelly at her.
"You're in the mortal plane and your powers are severely weakened," he informed her.
"You-you too! Adam, please resurface. Queen Ira can't overtake you from here," she tried to enlighten him.
"Shh... Adam's sleeping," he smiled tenderly.
"Damn it... what do you want us to do now?", she huffed and folded her arms.
"Queen Ira has permitted our stay-"
"Not like she really had a choice...," Rosalia sassed.
"The beast is in control, of course I choose my master's plan. Queen Ira has allowed us to stay. You are under my purview as ordered by the Queen. Let's go and make arrangements for our accommodation...," Adam began walking towards the sounds of the city.
Rosalia looked to the sky and allowed herself to shed a single tear. No divine weapon, barely any powers, what to do?
"And so began their journey on the mortal plane," Kerbe wrapped up.
"Okay, okay. I'm supposed to use all this information to free Ira's hold on Adam. Do I need the same for Bella?", I inquire.
"Free Adam, free her, if she wants to," Kerbe stated simply.
"If she wants to? Why wouldn't she want to come home"?
"Enter the pool of Hadic flames. Remember your purpose. Remember who you are and don't be lured by anything... or anyone. They're not really who they say they are," kerbe said cryptically.
"What the hell does that mean?!", I yell.
"There will be Hadic spirits, trickster spirits, who lure souls in limbo. Do not trust a word they say. Do not follow them," Kerbe advised sternly.
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The Empire's Descent (First Draft)
FantasyExcerpt: "Luca, it's a male Vampyr in the Green Grotto!", she burst into his office to inform. Luca rolled his eyes and clutched the desk before him, where he gripped splintered under the force. "Does it still hurt that much? Ari said you'll be able...
