London's Burning

London's Burning

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Everyone seems to think that Jamison is possessed. Being a pyromaniac in the Victorian era doesn't help that allegation. They're on the run, hoping for shelter. Xavier Nox is a global supervillan, hoping to find an apprentice. A gothic pyromaniac from the past wasn't exactly his first choice, but they were pleading in his face, on the streets, terrified for their life. For some reason, he couldn't just leave them there. A partnership of evil formed, but how long with the crazy, interdimensional team last? They'd have to see.
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[Completed] Alien staggered to her, but then he didn't find it easy to look her. Her face had been blackened and she was writhering in pain, smoke issuing out her sweaty body. Holes started to appear in the white dress she was wearing. Her eyes, which seemed they could pop out of their socket anytime, kept darting at Alien as if she wanted to tell him something. She held out her blackened hand to Alien. Alien was going to touch it when suddenly her whole body burst into fire and turned ashes like magic. Alien stepped back, and looked around. There were nomore monsters, but the ashes in their places. Xerxis was the only villain that hadn't caught fire and her corpse lay unharmed by anything but the sword. With smokes wafting from the ashes and the tent that had caught fire, the place was stuffed with smokey mist now. Alien found it difficult to breathe in there. Now he was a free man he could walk out the tent. But before he left, there was something he needed to do.

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