The 8th holy grail war is about to begin as the magi summon their servants.
Y/N Songbird a 21 year old blonde female whose long hair goes to her shoulders in a ponytail.
When she was younger she walked upon a group of males harassing a female who w...
Clattering of feet upon stone announces the fear within a young girl who was born with two sets of ears. One on top of her head and one on the sides like normal. The ones on top were similar to a cat's ears complete with black fur upon them within her ebony hair.
The poor girl's bloody chest heaved with the effort of attempting to bring breath into her form to get away as the footsteps overtook her position.
Kids and adults alike held bats and other melee weapons. The young girl was used to this a typical week for her was to be beaten by these people all because she was seen as the cursed black cat in the town.
"Damn black cat. If you weren't here we would be in better living conditions." The voices rang out toward the young girl before the abuse began as it usually did.
Crack! The first bat cracked her across the knee and audible snap could be heard from the bone before the second bat knocked back the scream the young girl held within her mouth. Loss of consciousness was luxurious when it finally happened after the third strike to the face.
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16 years later.
All I ever wanted was to be accepted. I never wanted to be a bad luck charm and bring pain to those that I lived near.
Ever since the death of my parents for my birth as they were considered to be practicing black magic when I was born with black cat ears.
I have never wanted so much in my life to fight back for what I want.
Limping to the star of david that was made of the blood they have spilled of mine this evening.
Bad luck breeds hatred
I need a protector
Another martyr
To understand the pain
Bring me the peace I have wanted
Allow me to finally be accepted
In this dark world
The incantation caused bright light to surround the star of david before a shape began to materialize from it. Silver hair within a old outfit that announced royality.
"You must be my master. What is your name tortured soul?" The Silver haired servant that looked about 11 years old held her gaze.
"Blake Belladonna." Blake smiled a smile for the first time in forever as the darkness that once held her future was lighting.
"Well Master Blake let's make your ambition reality."
The last sight that Blake's eyes held before she passed out from the day's events were the development of a red seal in the shape of a guillotine.
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