Tales of Theodora

Tales of Theodora

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They all know her as Theodora. They know her as the embodiment of peace, light, Joy. The being that drew the dagger of despair from their chests. They know her as wise beyond her years, collected. Cold. Relentless and ruthless in the face of injustice. They know her as Beauty itself; her ethereal gowns adorned with blossoming roses, as scarlet as the blood that they no longer shed. the glow of her rich dark skin swirling into the soft beams of sunlight that they had yearned for all those years. But they don't know of the thunderous clouds of darkness that implode within her; the roses shrivel and wilt, and the rivers run dry, encrusted with the old blood that drained out completely.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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