Vérzavar Ház

Vérzavar Ház

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Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran fae, has no idea how long he's been in this cell. Days? Weeks? All he knows is desperate hope that his sister is alive and gathering the armies of Hel to come to the aid of Midgard. He had been a reckless fool, hoping to rescue Agent Daybright from the Eternal City. Never imagining that it was one of Sandriel's unholy triarii, the spy breaker for the Asteri themselves, that had weaseled her way into his stupid fucking heart. Lidia Cervos has spent the weeks since Ruhn's capture and Bryce's disappearance piecing herself back together. With the grim understanding that the Valbaran prince will never see her as anything other than a monster - which she is - she turns her focus to one purpose: keeping Ruhn alive. She continues living her double life in the company of the sadistic angel that she can't escape, breaking off more pieces of her soul than she realized she still possessed to distract Pollux whenever she can. And to find a way to get Ruhn Danaan and Hunt Athalar away from the Asteri and back to the relative safety of the rebellion's underground. CONTENT WARNING: This fic contains references and descriptions of rape and sexual and physical abuse. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION
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Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

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